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Labor Day

Lonely hours, seems You've lived quite often Silence in the shame Of your sacred day Blue light through your eyes Shines an open coffin Gleaming miracles on the way Broken windows Winter broken windows False visions have you seen Ice melts softly into tears In your fluid still life scene Wasn't it you who said "nothing Matters?" It wasn't you who said "Life''s a holiday."

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