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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