all the trees are gone
te rains has such a lovely sound
to those who're six feet underground
the leaves will bury every year
and no one knows I'm gone
Leave me golden tell me dark
hide from Graveyard John
the moon is full here every night
and I can bathe here in this light
the leaves will bury every year
and no one knows I'm gone
Tom Waits
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