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2/28/11
The thread of life it spins away
Like a broken record left to play
The haunting tune of a his wifes lament
The ghastly song of the dead mans rent
With crooked and cracked and rotting stave
The broken box is lowered into the grave
The thump thump thump they cannot hear
His heart is beating as the end comes near
He will not find a string to pull
The bells have all gone away
This is the requiem of a life given
to save anothers on this dark and dreary day.
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Like a broken record left to play
The haunting tune of a his wifes lament
The ghastly song of the dead mans rent
With crooked and cracked and rotting stave
The broken box is lowered into the grave
The thump thump thump they cannot hear
His heart is beating as the end comes near
He will not find a string to pull
The bells have all gone away
This is the requiem of a life given
to save anothers on this dark and dreary day.
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Published 30th May 2011
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