| Guggenheim Wax Museum |
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| All I found in Harrow’s Field |
| Were furrows, dark, that would not yield |
| The Vigilant Digger will dig my grave |
| Of an earth made of things I cannot say |
| And build a cenotaph that stands |
| Where we once kneeled |
| Saying, «Oh» |
| Saying, «Oh» |
| «I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive» |
| Saying, «Oh» |
| Saying, «Oh» |
| «I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive» |
| But no one really is |
