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[They are alive, who seemed to die]
They are alive, who seemed to die;
In every breeze a soul goes by,
And whispers, “There is nothing dead;
Life stirs the very dust you tread.”
In every breeze a soul goes by,
And whispers, “There is nothing dead;
Life stirs the very dust you tread.”
Haunted is every spot below;
Spirits around us come and go,
Opening earth's doors to heavenly air;
With us forever, everywhere!
Spirits around us come and go,
Opening earth's doors to heavenly air;
With us forever, everywhere!
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