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My rotting corpse
In moist soil
What could be worse?
My essence spoil
My eyes still open
Around dark
And only water’s wet
My body breaks down
Coffin filled with mud
And teeming slippery worms
Lies under the ground
My rotting corpse
Decaying flesh on the bones
and the stench of putrefaction
I'm doomed to lie on the Ages
forgetting about the essence
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