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Gathering Gifts For a Goner's grave For his parting breath For his one and only death Throw them in the pit Where he is Where he took his life Where he jumped right in Toys Clothes Diaries And Letters Everything he owned Everything he cherished In that hell hole it shall go In that fiery pit "Fire? But it's just dirt in there." Yes, it is just filth and grime But not until we commit a crime Strike a match and make this grave Ashen
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
Ashen Grave
Gathering Gifts For a Goner's grave For his parting breath For his one and only death Throw them in the pit Where he is Where he took his life Where he jumped right in Toys Clothes Diaries And Letters Everything he owned Everything he cherished In that hell hole it shall go In that fiery pit "Fire? But it's just dirt in there." Yes, it is just filth and grime But not until we commit a crime Strike a match and make this grave Ashen
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
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