Those dying breeds
Gather beneath
Old fallen trees
Bits of leavesAnd if only we'd know,
may see that tomorrowOh, carry me
Four hands, eight feet
Through crowded streets
Ticker tape on meAnd if only I'd know,
may see that tomorrowBurn my remains
My stuff, the same
Bury my name
It's yours now anywayAnd if only I'd know,
may see that tomorrow X3
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