I like graveyards. They're peaceful and quiet.
Here no one fights or argues, curses or kills.
Here all have reaped the wages of sin: death.
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Who am I?
I don't know.
I'd give worlds to know
If that were possible.
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I didn't do it. I wasn't there!
Why does everyone gasp and stare?
What's that you say? I can't remember.
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You can tell
I'm a real man.
Look at my hands.
They're calloused and tough
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As falling snow makes
No sound on the frozen ground,
I meditate in silence.
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Every day I wake up
And hear this strange sucking noise, like
A clogged vacuum cleaner.
In my house, when I step outdoors,
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You can't love what
You won't die for,
You don't love if you
Demand it,
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The arms that embraced me,
That held our children,
That washed and tenderly folded
Our lives together like precious garments,
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Tonight the moon has
a death's shroud around it.
A cold wind is out of the northwest.
The candles gutter
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Let's go see Selena
At the Two Fingers Bar.
She wriggles like a snake
That's trapped in a jar.
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