In the straw-colored light
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In light rapidly changing
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On a life rapidly fading
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Have you seen death singing
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Have you seen death singing
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With a throat smooth as a lamb
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Yet dry as a branch not snapping
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He throws back his head
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And he does not sing a thing mournful
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Have you seen death singing
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Have you seen death singing
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Have you seen death singing
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In the straw-colored light
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He sings a black embrade
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And white opals swimming
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In a child's leather purse
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Have you seen death swimming
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Have you seen death swimming
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With a throat smooth as a lamb
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Yet dry as a branch not snapping
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He throws back his head
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And he does not sing a thing mournful
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Have you seen death singing
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Have you seen death singing
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Have you seen death singing
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In the straw-colored light
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He sings of youth enraged
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And the burning of Atlanta
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And these viral times
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And May ribbons streaming
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And straw-colored curls a-turning
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A mother's vain delight
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And woe to the sun
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And woe to the young
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Another hearse is drawn
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Have you seen death singing
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In the straw-colored light
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Death Singing
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| Patti Smith |
