A dreaded sunny day

I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

While Wilde is on mine



So we go inside and we gravely read the stones

All those people all those lives

Where are they now ?

With loves, with hates

With passions just like mine

They were born

And then they lived

And then they died

It seems so unfair

Oh, I want to cry





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