A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're happy
and I meet you at the cemetery gates
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, with hates
With passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
Not the best lyrics by The Smiths, but "The Cemetry Gates"
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