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Lay me out in the check sport coat,
In the shadows of an apathetic night,
On a rigid slab, alone and cold,
A terminal mass of flesh and pride.
Scribe my verse in the evening stars,
In the dampened earth, in the scent of green,
On the pages of your life and scars,
On the legs of Bree, the contortion queen.
Sing my song when the morning breaks,
In the breeding light of a passionate dawn,
When the spirits of your past awake,
And the cavern of tomorrow yawns.