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Lavender Dirge

I’ll ne'er forget that day

The sky a lavender canvas outstretched

It was the day I broke my timepiece

And the puppets called me wretch

 

My empire of daisies wilted 'round me

Closing me into my grave

I was buried with my handgun

Under layers of black lace

 

And the sea doesn’t weep

And they birds they still sing

All the colors haven’t faded

Why don’t they mourn for me?

 

The stars haven’t dimmed

No expression grey or grim

I hear a distant happy hymn

Why don’t they mourn for me?

 

I’ve restrung my violin

To play my sorrowful song

I won’t drown in my self pity

For I’ve been dead for far too long

 

And the sea doesn’t weep

And they birds they still sing

All the colors haven’t faded

Why don’t they mourn for me?

 

The stars haven’t dimmed

No expression grey or grim

I hear a distant happy hymn

Why don’t they mourn for me?

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christina-gillam
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Published
Apr 7, 2010
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