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The Dark Cemetery,

As I walk past the headstones in the dark of the evening,
The spirits of these people come alive in the dark of the evening,
As I walk past the headstones in the dark of the evening,
With only the glow of the stars and moon,

I follow the footsteps of those that have gone before me,
Around this Dark eerie Cemetery with spirits of those gone by,
The spirits of Potters Field, sparkled with the glow of the moon and stars,
The fitful sky of moon and stars, my madness overwhelms me for trying to discover,
The spirits of Potters Field, the spirits flow before me, gods promise ...

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