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The Undertaker’s Wife
In the middle of the graveyard
There is a long forgotten gate
Rusting and half off its hinges
Next to the crumbling angel of slate
Weeds and wildflowers there aplenty
Bees busy in that final resting place
Honey combs drip from...
There is a long forgotten gate
Rusting and half off its hinges
Next to the crumbling angel of slate
Weeds and wildflowers there aplenty
Bees busy in that final resting place
Honey combs drip from...
