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[aid] => mick
[title] => The cemetery trees
[time] => 2014-06-07 20:22:25
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[bodytext] => The cemetery trees
Whisper low, he lives in me,
He belongs not of the earth but of the breeze,
He lives, he breathes, he lives in me
He's not some cold, old, grave
Crumbling away,
He's here, as he was yesterday
The cemetery trees solemnly say,
He lives, he sees, he's here to stay
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[informant] => Urizen
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[alanguage] => english
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[associated] =>
[topicname] => Grief
)
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