Spirits, old and young, kept here

Etched in stone, their time and year

Many moons have passed them by

And still so many stop, and cry

Lives once lived, so full and bright

Lie sleeping, under snows of white

Frozen, in this hallowed space

Tis here, their final resting place

 

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