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The gravediggers lick their lips
And push their shovels against the earth
In anticipation, they discretely look my way

No, no, I reproach
You've come for the wrong one today
I don't have the strength to walk away

I wait, afraid
I pray

They stand together, discuissing my fate
The wind carries to them my assurances
There's still warm blood coursing through these veins
Impure thoughts inside this brain

I wake with a start in a luxurious warm bed
Beyond the curtains, I see the cathedral
And at her feet, the gravediggers work
They turn my way, shouting and smiling mockingly

I throw open the delicate lock
Snow rushes in to fall on me
No, no, I reproach
You've come for the wrong one, I'm afraid

They look at me incredulously
They wait improperly, eyes devouring me

In anticipation, they discretely look my way

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