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The graveyard
The night is coming now all crypts are full of the dead; the junkies raised their eyes ahead and shadows bawl “Bow-Bow!” The lovers seem to go from their benches in the park, because the moon is full and lanes are dark and who might know?! The graveyard has come to life and the dead are waked from their sleep; ‘cause much of them are like a knife – so, night is black and terror … deep! Near the gate there stands a frightful dog, his name is Cerberus and he’s savage; in grave is cold and outside’s fog – that spreads the reek from piles of garbage. The dogs are barking to the moon, the party took about a week, for all the corpses feel so sick ‘cause sun is coming very soon!!!
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