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Who owns those scrawny little feet Death Wh

Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death.
Who owns this bristly scorched looking face? Death.
Who owns these still working lungs? Death.
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This house has been far out at sea all night

This house has been far out at sea all night
The woods crashing through darkness the booming hills
Winds stampeding the fields under the ......

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I sit in the top of the wood my eyes closed

I sit in the top of the wood my eyes closed.
Inaction no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet
Or in sleep rehears......

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The flame red moon the harvest moon Rolls a

The flame red moon the harvest moon
Rolls along the hills gently bouncing
A vast balloon
Till it takes off and sinks upward
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He loved her and she loved him His kisses suc

He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gna......

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