Running for your very life's breath
Along the snaking cemetery path
Where the black squirrels play
Blackbirds watch your every move
Captivated by golden light of lofty willows
Autumn leaves falling like there's no tomorrow
King raven cries from his mighty perch
Go, lowly human, go
This is a place of only sorrow
The time you spend is time you only borrow
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