Note: Be alerted to your surroundings,
Be alarmed on your decisions,
Sometimes it would find you a binding,
And help you go through a situation
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Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. In a certain small town in Germany, Ludwig, the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time, it wasn't either.
A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied.
"Are you Elizabeta Hedervary?" Ludwig asked.
"Yes!" The muffled voice asserted.
"You were born on September 17, 1827?"
"Ja!"
"Zhe graveszone here says you died on February 20, 1857."
"Nien! I'm alive, it vas a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!"
"Sorry about zhis, ma'am," Ludwig said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt.
"But zhis is August 21st. Vhatever you are down zhere, You aren't alive no more, und you won't come up."
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