The wind through the trees makes no sound Underground underground Nothing but bones and old dreams So it seems so it seems But sometimes she hears him moan Please help me please help me. But you cannot be saved from the grave No you cannot be saved from the grave Their voices like cool autumn leaves Rustling through empty streets Their eyes like bright shining dimes Let them rise let them rise For sometimes she hears him moan Please help me please help me. But you cannot be saved from the grave No you cannot be saved from the grave She kneels and she weeps for the day She will join his decay
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