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'Neath that old grave,
That grave dug for two.
Two wisps of two souls,
Climb back through.
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And 'neath that old willow,
That one on the hill.
Those two swirling souls
Escape from their hell.
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On every full moon,
Those two spectres rise.
And on that lone hill,
Those two ghasts lock eyes.
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They rehearse their vows,
There in the rain.
That no matter their suffering,
They remain 'insane'.
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