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His corpse lies in the coffin A flag rests on the casket Everybody weeps for his demise Another one has died Another one to add to the growing Garden of Stones Nobody knows how to deal They drown in their own grief Mother hugs daughter for consolation It’s when the hearse pulls up That they realize he’s really going to the Garden of Stones Denial is strong for some Then there’s the cold and heartless And of course, those that don’t know what to feel One and all know what’s happening Yet one more off to the swelling Garden of Stones It’s all over But not at the same time Whatever happens, it will happen all over again We fight the never-ending battle Soon everyone will be lost to the Garden of Stones
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