I wish that I could join you all, alas I'm dead
My day is here and a pall of peace weighs upon my head
I know, with steady tread, back on the altar of your bed
I have foreshadowed you, but you yet live, so spare a thought
About the fate we with numb hands we had wrought
The things we seek, or sought, the life we led

If I could buy a wish, I'd make this coffin go unfed
An empty coffin's worth about a slightly fuller head

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