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May 2013
There's a tombstone on a hillside
At its feet is muddy ground
It can't wait for me to get there
I know...cause it calls my name out loud

And this tombstone on the hillside
Knows when that day will come
And that no one will be there to morn for me
As in life, my death will morn alone
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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