The Dead Cannot Die
The dead cannot die
Take the body to a hole
The soul sits on a tree, watching
At night he comes, and asks;
“Where is my body?”
The dead cannot go away
She sits behind you
Listening to your gossip
At night she comes, asks;
“Why did you back-bite me?”
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