Graveyard scene
Take me to the graveyard, we'll sit and read the stones. People died a hundred years ago are the ones I love the most. I will bring Wilde, you bring Poe. Together we will speak like no one spoke before. Humanity has always been such a bore, but in this place we will hear of it no more. You won't talk, I'll be silent, no words will come out. The only sound to ruin the quiet will be the willow crying out.
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