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As your loved ones they place |
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Heavy stones on your face |
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Your sonnets of life |
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They are filling the case |
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High windows inside me |
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Look down on your face. |
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Changing white fingers |
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For men in the sand |
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Burning bright spears |
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That you hold in your hand |
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Grey children you've spawned |
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They just won't understand |
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As the slow pulse of sobbing |
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Dries-from the sky |
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My grief in red circles |
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Surrounding an eye |
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Grey child stands looking |
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And passes on by. |
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