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8. Death
As your loved ones they place
Heavy stones on your face
Your sonnets of life
They are filling the case
High windows inside me
Look down on your face
Changing white fingers
For men in the sand
Burning bright spears
That you hold in your hand
Grey children you've spawned
They just won't understand
As the slow pulse of sobbing
Dries up from the sky
My grief in red circles
Surrounding an eye
Grey child stands looking
And passes on by
Copyright: O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Writer(s): BEN JAMES NAIRNE, CALEB DAVID BURTON, EAVEN IAN DALL, JAKE MICHAEL GRANIERI TAYLOR, KYLE PHILLIP ERICH
As your loved ones they place
Heavy stones on your face
Your sonnets of life
They are filling the case
High windows inside me
Look down on your face
Changing white fingers
For men in the sand
Burning bright spears
That you hold in your hand
Grey children you've spawned
They just won't understand
As the slow pulse of sobbing
Dries up from the sky
My grief in red circles
Surrounding an eye
Grey child stands looking
And passes on by
Copyright: O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Writer(s): BEN JAMES NAIRNE, CALEB DAVID BURTON, EAVEN IAN DALL, JAKE MICHAEL GRANIERI TAYLOR, KYLE PHILLIP ERICH
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