Ground, keeper of the dead
will sing song of dread
to those who lend a listen
For if you hear
out here wandering in the night
a voice of eternal tune
Swallow isolation
inhale to keep company gathered
mingle for we are social
In the end for which you will rest but not return
Live life for there is no second
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