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Some years ago
Dad kissed the house with goodbye
Left me searching for the name of every line in my palm
Broken like an eagle whose wings have been shot
And my eyes drowning in tears of sorrow
The grave has graduated from hungry to greedy
Taking away precious stones for consumption
Death is never a retired soldier
He comes whenever the clock tick-tock
For he is a man of no respect
I had nights full of pain
My face masked with sadness
Stuck between deep and shallow foundations
Lost within the broken walls of my heart
And my life became a funeral ceremony
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