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Funeral Cortege

Into the moon-lit night
go, oh funeral bier,
telling the sorrowful knell.
In the hooded sedan
with no mourners after,
bearing my grieving heart.

This night once again
tears welling unbidden
drench the bright moon-light.

Funeral bier, Oh beautiful!
In the darkened forest
the nightingale's throat is choked in blood.

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