** all of the **
Lines of white lilies
For all of the dead
Matching white crosses
Marching cross lawns
Paupers and rich men
Saints and sinners and clergy
All intermingled
In Death's growing host
Armies of yesteryear
Traders of yesterday
Young or the old
All come to stay
Our time is always short
Our stay only temporary
From first breath to last
Our course is preset
One day we will stop
In these lawns green and flat.
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