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THEY ARE HAPPY
I strolled with a friend through a cemetery
Fear and death
Did not hold me in its grip
Because the birds
Were sweetly singing We looked up
Climbed a hill
Followed a path
Leaves swirled
Among the tombstones But there was
Lightness, peace and song
This isn't scary We spoke to each other
This is happy
It is warm
There's no harm
No harm would come
Among the living or the dead Those who passed before
This is not their end
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