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Wake Sounds heard,
Look-ing thru Eyes Clo-sed.
Stiff Like when,
Try-ing on New Clo-thes.
Fin-gers Froze,
With an Eer-ie
Fee-ling Been
In This Place Be-fore.
This is Cra-zy!
How am I
Pushing up Dai-sies,
In The Sno-w?
Dull Thud mounds Fall
With re-peat-ed Blows.
Scat-ter-ing Sounds,
Vibrate these Old Bones.
With Sli-vers Of
Shoveled in Rose
Peb-bles known for
Their Grave Bou-quet,
Of Cas-ca-ding
Fall-ing Souls.
Petals to Soothe,
Deceased Below.
