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Cold fresh dirt, a wonderful place to dwell
When I come here I am under a spell
This place is so cruel to the mourners who weep
For me it's the only place I can sleep
Trees sway so mournful
Leaves fall to the ground
Surrounded by this death so peaceful
I cannot make a sound
Dark, foreboding, a sweet smell of death
Peaceful and serene, I draw in a deep breath
Musty and dank, yet I feel so at ease
Beautifully silent, only the rustle of the trees
Trees sway so mournful
Leaves fall to the ground
Surrounded by this death so peaceful
I cannot make a sound
Stone marble slabs, so beautifully in place
A morbid smile on a stone Angel's face
Everything is perfect, so silent, so pure
Never want to leave, want to stay evermore
When I come here I am under a spell
This place is so cruel to the mourners who weep
For me it's the only place I can sleep
Trees sway so mournful
Leaves fall to the ground
Surrounded by this death so peaceful
I cannot make a sound
Dark, foreboding, a sweet smell of death
Peaceful and serene, I draw in a deep breath
Musty and dank, yet I feel so at ease
Beautifully silent, only the rustle of the trees
Trees sway so mournful
Leaves fall to the ground
Surrounded by this death so peaceful
I cannot make a sound
Stone marble slabs, so beautifully in place
A morbid smile on a stone Angel's face
Everything is perfect, so silent, so pure
Never want to leave, want to stay evermore
A song (or poem, depends on how you read it) about a graveyard, To be submitted for a hallowe'en contest at 
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Melancholy and reflective, yet comforting. I have always found the graveyard peaceful, my friend and I used to go there to drink and chat, to avoid invasive glances. We were always respectful. Nice song, with a lilting rhythm. I could hear this with a piano accompanyment perhaps, or an accoustic guitar (provided that the melody wasn't too cheesy and didn't detract from the piece)