| Down as low as grief alone
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| I don’t care to be eulogised
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| Posthumously
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| The battle cry’s a whisper
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| Through our distress
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| Mother, love’s in vain
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| A deathly white
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| Are we alive?
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| Oh, we are lost in oblivion
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| We’ve fallen far
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| Tossed to the stars
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| So we are lost in oblivion
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| We reminisce times that they imposed
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| Most crawl through this life
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| You’d float by like a duchess
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| Those 'poets' fled
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| When the colours changed again
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| The weak all know the pain is slow
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| The strong survive but wish they’d died
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| A deathly white
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| Are we alive?
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| Oh, we are lost in oblivion
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| We’ve fallen far
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| Tossed to the stars
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| So we are lost in oblivion |