The once beating heart has now stopped it’s rhythm.

The once breathing lungs are quiet in breath.

The once moving lips are now silent and hollow.

The once moving body is wreaking with death.

And here, look here, lies the buried body.

And here, look here, lies the marked tombstone.

And there, look there, the reverend is praying.

And there, look there, the mourners are shown.

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