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Ye heedless ones who wildly stroll,
The grave will soon become your bed,
Where silence reigns and vapors roll
In solemn darkness ’round your head.
Your friends will pass the lonesome place
And with a sigh move slowly on
Still gazing on the spires of grass,
With which your graves are overgrown.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1830
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
Name:
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YE HEEDLESS ONES
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1959
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echo ' | ';
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