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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

The sun is down and it’s coming
I don’t want to wake up
I can’t pretend another living

It could rain but pour outside
It could brim and you can see
There are oceans beneath my feet

Perhaps, the Merchant of death is generous
Too kind to put my lover to sleep
Will I see them in my dream?

My people are traded by the time
And I’m tired, they meant no love
These graves don’t wait for any

I will bury you with the song, do not worry
From the bushes and from the trees
I hear the whisper, they say..go to sleep
Go to sleep, you are far too kind to live!


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