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March Around Juliet's Bier/ Too Late To Get Into A Rush

Open the casket
Stop this racket
And put me farther under ground
Where I will never hear sound
It’s a shame, I still exist
I know I’ll never end
I’m lost, running blind into the mist
In this grave, I’ve made a mistake
It’s already made; I’ve already destroyed what’s at risk
I’m ok, I’m brave but this is all I can take

So lord clip my wings
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