| Daylight coming up so soon
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| Mourn the loss of a quarter moon
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| Blackbird bares his blood torn wings
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| No solace here for he will bring
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| A lonesome death on frost bit leaves
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| Blessed moss and flowers for all who grieve
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| As winter pleads it’s fleeting end
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| At fall’s decay, returns again
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| The soul withdraws, the body stays
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| A stone shall lay upon the grave
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| A narrow cage without reprieve
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| Blessed moss and flowers for all who grieve
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| Stand in good stead as grace receives
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| Prayers for souls willing to believe
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| In thorns and nails between two thieves
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| Blessed moss and flowers for all who grieve
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| Darkness burning up at last
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| Redemption’s tears for misdeeds past
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| Flesh betrayed anoint still eyes
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| No breath here for we will lie
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| In darken ground till heaven retrieves
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| Blessed moss and flowers for all who grieve |