Ashes To Ashes

Labyrinth of lies, with tired eyes
Never mind the tears I sigh
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Farewell to this my fallen lust

Woe not and whipper forth
Alas to thee far in the north
Shall deeds be sown beneath yonder light
To carry forth into the night

Coyotes howl, betwixt in hast
Nor savage be thy time in place
Tiddly winks the wholesome care
Within my hand one lock of hair

Bach yon banyan behind your lines
And whipper beside the spin of chimes
Ramblings, be thy sound of song
To hum beside the day I long

Bordered not, like I was someone else
Alas I know to be thyself

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