Roy Harper
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Come and be buried with me
Up in Highgate Cemetery
It's a very rare feeling
To be mindless and seeing
Nothing
And not hear the leaves
On the stone in the wind
Come and be buried with me
Up in Highgate Cemetery
Come and be buried with me
Up in good company
It's not a feeling