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Strolling through my boneyard
A ghoulish midnight stride
A walk among the corpses
Fills my heart with pride...
A score of screaming victims
To me they scream no more
40 or 400 I've lost count
Buried 'neath the earthen floor...
One by one they met their doom
Through macabre & nefarious means
Midnight in my boneyard
The wind blows through the trees...
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