Burial.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β When he shall die, Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Take him and cut him out in little stars, Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β And he will make the face of heaven so fine Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β That all the world will be in love with night Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β And pay no worship to the garish sun.
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