Wandering properties of death
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Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles
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We did rest
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Amongst the granite tombs to catch our breath
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Worldly sounds of endless warring
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Were for just a moment silent stars
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Worldly boundaries of dying
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Were for just a moment never ours
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All was new
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Just as the black horizons blue
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Then along the bending path away
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I smiled in knowing I'd be back one day
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In A Graveyard
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| Rufus Wainwright |
