Finale: Epitaph

The first time I died, I walked away
I followed the file of limping days

I stood up tall, with my head held up
But I dared not look upon the new moon's cup

I dared not look on the sweet, young rain
For between my ribs was a gleaming pain

No, I dared not look on the sweet, young rain
For between my ribs was a gleaming pain

The next time I died, they laid me deep
They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep

They tossed me petals, they wreathed me the fern
They weighted me down with a marble urn

And I lie here warm, I lie here dry
And watch the worms slip by, slip by

I lie here warm, I lie here dry
And watch the worms slip by, slip by

Lie warm, lie dry
Lie warm, lie dry



Credits
Writer(s): Ada Vale
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