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a dog with a lame leg drags itself around the
tombs
Mrs. Watson talks with someone who's been dead
for years
a sickly smell of urine rising from her tights
two old ladies on a park bench sitting silent
already dead
what a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
what a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout love
what a wonderfull place to sit around with me
under a tree
on an afternoon in the cemetery
millions of flies spiral around a cross before
they land
in a fresh grave someone dug last night
the little chappel looks so sad even the flowers
seem to cry
and all those people seem to wait for the moment
they will die
what a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
what a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout
what a wonderfull place to sit around with me
under a tree
on an afternoon in the cemetery
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