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What a wonderful time of year to go whistling through a graveyard

Accompanied by the wind and the frost that chills your bones

A murder of crows keep watch at the gate

A fresh layer of snow keeps keeps the path cold



Reading the names of the long since departed

Thoughts of the past that brought these souls here

Enjoying the gallery of headstones and crypts

and the memories of times never shared



The crunch of our boots in the snow

The crunch of the bones down below

The breath forming steam as it runs from this place

The cold wind-whipped pain on your fresh living face



What a wonderful time of year to go walking through a graveyard

Whistling tunes for the dead and freshly buried

A soldiers line of black birds intent on your intrusion

Your pulse keeping time for the song that you have carried