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I often walk here just to clear my mind.
Who knows what secrets or sweet words I’ll find?
I often walk when I’m all alone
with these old gravestones and their old gray bones.

These grassy rows, I know them very well.
I walk them blind and even know their smell.
In this valley deep, the sun’s never shone
on these old gravestones with their old gray bones.