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Portiamo il sangue dei morti Che erano, in un momento, molto vivi Continuiamo a vivere per i giganti gentili Che ci hanno lasciato in eredità grandi tesori.
Nous allons enterrer les morts: Mère, père, compatriotes, sœurs et frères.Nous allons enterrer les morts:Évêques, pasteurs, maires, sicaires et vicaires.
Monument stands alone barren, yet never gone, silently telling stories from the past. thousands of years of biting winds
You and I are simply passing by And one day, we will say goodbye I want to challenge Anybody to defy me. I’m not strange To be saying so. We own nothing
Money Is good But good health Is the key Not food Not wealth.
Dear Samantha Green, Lying in repose in a cemetery Guarded by a red oak tree, Planted by an Indian chief to honor His lost daughter who died in the pursuit of love, How would you feel
Once, in a graveyard full of light Filled with tombs and cement angels like Crowded teeth in a fish’s mouth Stained green by time Laughter and music and love notes
The shadows of horsemen on leather steeds draw near; With the sounds of gallops in the heavy thick fog; These faceless reins have come to ride you into an unknown fear; Out in the distance, cries and screams fade away; There is no noise to hear, b
Tombs, tombs, thousands of tombs - As far as the eye can see. The blood of patriots spilled - To water Freedom's sacred tree. How brave they were, O God indeed, To fight and die for me.
His face was like looking at time itself Everything moving froze in his wake A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery His nose was curved up into a vicious beak