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The bodies of dead people come in the cemetery
The undertaker is me
I bury the dead people with my co worker
So many dead people arrived to be buried
There lives finished
They lived
They only live once
Too much sadness in the air
I see the sadness in the relatives of the dead's eyes
We are lucky
Because it is not raining, it is a nice sunny day
What ashame
Some little kids I see
It is too sad for them
It is very hard to explain to them why did they die, because those little kids are too young to understand what is going on
All I can say is that they are not suffering any more
They are not in there lives any more
Who knows when they will see them again in heaven?
I am the undertaker
This is my job to bury the dead
I seem too many dead people
I lived through it all
Aldo Kraas
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