I remember how the story was Told
A Winter's day is now forever Cold
The Bodies that lay and Souls that were Sold
Are now kept locked tight in a wooden Mold
A large stone marked with names that we don't Know
Yet their names echo through the winds that Blow
Summoned upon the cawing of a Crow
Perched atop a tree with a divine Show
Here lay the Bodies of those we don't Know
Tucked in forever underneath the Snow
That is the story and how it was Told
On the days of Winter forever Cold
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