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Burial
Sweet smell of burning flesh
Breath this air
So neat, so fresh
Don't go over there....
There you will hear the lovely sound of tears
The widow in fear
Oh, poor woman
Crying for her missing man
At her hudsand's burial
She tries to not cry
But she can't remove all tears from her eyes
Around his coffin, there is a ball
Everyone walk and cry as in a perfect dance
It's the ballet of burial
Between the martial art and the tribal
Everyone's in trance
Breath the magnolia perfum
And come back to me
For the resume<b>
Sweet smell of burning flesh
Breath this air
So neat, so fresh
Don't go over there....
There you will hear the lovely sound of tears
The widow in fear
Oh, poor woman
Crying for her missing man
At her hudsand's burial
She tries to not cry
But she can't remove all tears from her eyes
Around his coffin, there is a ball
Everyone walk and cry as in a perfect dance
It's the ballet of burial
Between the martial art and the tribal
Everyone's in trance
Breath the magnolia perfum
And come back to me
For the resume<b>
The first poem that I'm proud of...
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