The dead fed youAmid the slant stones of graveyards.Pale ghosts who planted youCame in the night-timeAnd let their thin hair blow through your clustered stems.

The dead fed you
Amid the slant stones of graveyards.
Pale ghosts who planted you
Came in the night-time
And let their thin hair blow through your clustered stems.

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