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Crimson paints the grey street Others pass and look away Another soul joins the fleet To rendez-vous where the Rivers meet More and more, more souls each day Drift toward the mouth that never tires Everyone must pass this way Whether by accident, meditation, or decay All to one, all à la pire Marching to the saddest lyre And keep stoked the ever-burning fire Watch the smoke rise higher And higher.
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
The Roadkill
Crimson paints the grey street Others pass and look away Another soul joins the fleet To rendez-vous where the Rivers meet More and more, more souls each day Drift toward the mouth that never tires Everyone must pass this way Whether by accident, meditation, or decay All to one, all à la pire Marching to the saddest lyre And keep stoked the ever-burning fire Watch the smoke rise higher And higher.
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
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