Sleeping quiet six feet under
Makes a body start to wonder
How are my loved ones getting by
Would there be tears in each one's eye
That's not really what I want
Salty drops from nature's font
Though I miss them to be sure
A brief apart we must endure
Until the day we meet again
Circled 'round by kith and ken
Sleeping quiet six feet under
Makes a body start to wonder
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