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Somberly, somberly linger, lie longerly Grateful our cold memories cry For the plentiful times that, That her eagerly death hath had Counter intuitive under-ride Clean thy sparkling teeth Brush down thy sparkling sides That thy nervous blood will become undone From impedious, pounding ideas Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn Pluck up their worm holes and give them to feeders that spirits be freer Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn Pluck up their worm holes and give them to feeders that spirits be freer And freer and broil and toil and foil thy Scalloped breastbone roll and toll and fold the long winters in it Think not what the season will become Reap fruitfully of the gardendom, That grew masterfully over your withering son Beat out them bead bugs, Stand when you do it Beat out them bead bugs, Stand when you do it Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn Pluck up their worm holes and give them to feeders that spirits be freer Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn Pluck up their worm holes and give them to feeders that spirits be freer And freer and freer and |