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Dead Man's Song

Lying as if under water

Eyelids keeping shade

They won’t swim, dear

Don’t you fret,

They’re already dead

Can you drown in holy water?

Some things best left unsaid

 

The mirror clouding over

Took away your name

Head made of lead

Sink on down

Where lies pile up like bones

Will you hold onto your grain of sand?

An oyster in the gloom below

 

The world’s white edge

A spinning top

Yet no current in the waters

Heaven’s dreamed of, in despair

A child stolen from the cradle

And does the salt now burn your eyes?

As someone whisper’s their goodbyes

 

Were you sleeping

Were you dead

With shutters on your eyes

The dead bell rings

Someone’s done for

Can you bring the dead to life?

The wind’s hand reaches for the shore

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clemence-huet
French
Published
Feb 7, 2012
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