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The cold dead hands of a corpse
Tears hit the velvet floor
Murmurs of the grieving telling tales of what has been
The silence of death in a room filled with life
Lies on blackened lungs
Cold air on a fall dusk
Tears of sorrow from blood shot eyes
Relentless urges to depart from this haunted chamber
Lifeless hands on a body once living
My blood go cold as I bid my final farewell

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