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[Verse 1]
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If the lonely graves are scattered in that fenceless vast God's acre
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If no churchbells chime across them and no mourners tread between
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Yet the souls of those sound sleepers go as swiftly to their maker
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And the ground is just as sacred and the graves are just as green

[Verse 2]
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If we chant no solemn dirges to the virtue of their living
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If we sing no hymn words o'er them in the glory of the stars
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They can hear a grander music than was ever ours for giving
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God's choristers, invisible, the wind in the belahs

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[Verse 3]
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If we set them up no marble it was none the less we loved them
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If we carved a million columns, would it bring them better rest?
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If no gentle hands have fashioned snow white wreaths to lay above them
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God has laid his own wildflowers on the lonely graves out west