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Looking through the window of destiny |
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Casement open to the skies - no more lies |
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Rosemary nods upon the grave |
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Could've been saved |
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From the garden of the brave |
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She cries |
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Rest in peace |
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Soft may the worms about him creep |
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Never heard the children weep - he's asleep |
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Rosemary nods upon the grave |
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Could've been saved |
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From the garden of the brave |
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She cries |
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Rest in peace |
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When saints go marching down the hall |
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Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall - when pigs call |
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Rosemary nods upon the grave |
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Could've been saved |
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From the garden of the brave |
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She cries |
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Rest in peace |