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The funeral is quiet with the exception of muffled sobs,  Murmured prayers, and a mournful violin. A sea of black cloth surrounds the casket,
Anubis is my name, a lonely tour guide is my game Nevertheless I guiding lost souls through the city
Anubis stands on cold marble The hall of truth full with queues of people   Though times have changed  the scale of judgment stays the same   The heart is measured against the feather
From buildings away he sensed their pain All the same King of the dead and dying he walked the halls of the students still crying With canine instinct he approached  the students all thought above reproach
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