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Lost Child
Rain falls as a lost child's tears
ghost pale against the window pane
and the songs of death we sing
with laughter never quite the same
Witness of the funeral pyre
into the grave new spirits we ring
with laughter never quite the same
and the songs of death we sing
Left alone beneath the haunting skies
he comes down the ally with a click of his cane
and the songs of death we sing
with laughter never quite the same
Innocence that has not yet been captured
waiting for the final grip to make its last sting
with laughter never quite the same
and the songs of death we sing
Poor is the one the grave has marked
for now she is brought down the lane
and the songs of death we sing
with laughter never quite the same.
1:25 PM - 11/8/2006 -
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