Past the forest of the flies of fire Beyond the waters of shimmering tears By a fire they stand And they whisper my name Now I seek upon the night Small fragments of moonlight Up the hill the headstones lie Up the hill the reapers watching eye Up the hill the headstones lie Headstones ... In the circle of stones dressed in ivy By the garden of the serene flowers And the spirits are there Whispering my name Now I seek upon the night Small fragments of moonlight Up the hill the headstones lie Up the hill the reapers watching eye Up the hill the headstones lie Headstones ...
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