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come dear won't you walk with me?
The sweet seductive scent of roses drifts along this path.
Come walk with me along the cool smooth stones,
driping with the light of the high and silvery moon.
Hear the crickets churiping, their sweet and lonley melody.
Let us walk; two children long this dream wove path

Do you see it up ahead?
That little plot of land
surrounded by the dark and jagged fence
that shimmers cooling in the sweet night air.
Walk with me
up the winding path
to that little plot of land
where the dead rest,
their fitfull and uneasy sleep.
Come walk with me
among the tombs of those long gone
the rotting dust that is our past.

Now look at me
and fall into my eyes
drift down into darkness.
To a place where time floats by
toughing nothing,
never changing
sweet lulaby.