Gods Half Acre

Old headstones
Weathered and grey
A touch of moss
We mourn their loss
We mourn their loss
We mourn their loss
We mourn their loss

They left this earth 
So very long ago
We loved some dearly
Were they ever here?
Were they ever here?
Were they ever here?
Were they ever here?

Time they say
Heals all wounds
Some were rotten
Better forgotten
Better forgotten
Better forgotten
Better forgotten

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