| A simple picture — people mourning
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| At the grave of a recently lost one
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| I laughed, they cried
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| Obscure clouds applied to the sky
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| While outside in the fall night
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| Past the funeral — the glimpse of a black cat
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| The same mist now fast applied
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| Someone late came to life
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| The funeral was over and I had to admit
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| That more than sorrow in the air to rid
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| The presence of madness and the coldness of death
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| In my head like the reapers laurel leaf wreath
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| There’s only fear and darkness to devour
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| The underworld — transmigration
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| Nightmares arrive and won’t go by
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| Sleep won’t divide my day from my night
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| In my broken mind death may die
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| There’s no light
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| In my room a dark cloud swallows the light
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| In my stead just two eyes with but darkness in sight
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| In my arms a passed love — a grave for my bed
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| In my head the voices of the spirit of the dead
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| There’s only fear and darkness to devour — the underworld
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| Nightmares arrive and won’t go by
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| Sleep won’t divide my day from my night
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| In my broken mind death may die
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| There’s no light
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| In my mind, even death may die
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| In the light of the underworld… |