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Bury those corpses that breathe;

Bury those corpses that walk;

Bury those corpses that speak;

Bury not the corpses that dwell;

   Dwell in the nights of the crescent moons.

Bury those weapons that do not reap;

Bury those soldiers who do not weep;

Bury those travelers who do not speak;

Bury not the gypsies who do not sleep;

They do not sleep, for haunting nightmares of  the forbidden homes they found;

Found in a place unseen

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Bury the hatred that drives you sane;

Bury the jealousy that consumes your life;

Bury the pride that slams you to the ground;

Bury not the love that reveals you from;

From the shackles of a mortal’s bond;