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Procession of the Dead Lyrics
Symphony of mourning
The wailing drift is drawing me near
In this wake we bury the starving rose
On this pale evening
In this bitter, barren soil
The wailing drift is drawing me near
On this pale evening
In this bitter, barren soil
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