| Looking through the window of destiny
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| Casement open to the skies — no more lies
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| Rosemary nods upon the grave
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| Could’ve been saved
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| From the garden of the brave
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| She cries
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| Rest in peace
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| Soft may the worms about him creep
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| Never heard the children weep — he’s asleep
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| Rosemary nods upon the grave
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| Could’ve been saved
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| From the garden of the brave
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| She cries
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| Rest in peace
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| When saints go marching down the hall
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| Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall — when pigs call Rosemary nods upon the
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| grave
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| Could’ve been saved
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| From the garden of the brave
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| She cries
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| Rest in peace |