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old people in the cemetery
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what must they be thinking of
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must be frightening must be scary
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to visit the grave of a close friend
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who was the same age as you when they died there's nothing precious about
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old people in the cemetery
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reciting bible passages
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unprepared to come to terms with
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the fact that we're all food for worms
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why do they think a prayer could make a difference now there's nothing sadder than
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an old woman in the cemetery
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picking leaves off of her husband's tomb
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knowing that her only wish is
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that she will die and join him soon
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it's so sad to see them all just wither away there's nothing sadder then
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old people like that
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it must be hard to relate
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after the world of your youth
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totally evaporates
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Old men in the cemetery
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looking like faint shadows of the dead
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gazing down at mother's plot
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and longing to be there instead
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it's a dreary fate and no one should have to be as depressing
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as old people like that