“Sacred rigor mortis of the soul- knowO' prestidigitator of the brood,
We attend thee!”
“Sing us songs of days long gone- ofForgotten roads we never travelled on
We would hear ye!”
“Melancholy madness of the muse- comeBring bitter fruits of perpetual bad news
We would believe”
“Sing your songs of days long gone- outsideA cruel world has it’s curtains drawn
And offers no reprieve”
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