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Timmy (Lyric) by richa
The grave digger does not talk, but digs his small part of the churchyard. Like a trapped mole, he re-turns sods spade in hand and art growing sharper as the sounds not fitting to music filter out, like peel down a plughole. The grave digger does not talk, but digs his small part of the churchyard. Like a trapped mole.

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