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How Was I
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They Hover In The Air Like Ghosts
They hover in the air like ghosts
sorry figures shielding off a corpse
I am a learned poet let me through
be calm there is still knife in you
I fully understand that you are dead
yet if you do not mind I resurrect
they told me once I own a spell
but buried in a book in deepest hell
I cannot say by heart maybe a shadow
of those surrounding you does know
hey you I love your blackish blue
I trust the tale you will unfold is true