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He walks a desolate mile Marking every bush on the block Dousing flames with an arc of gold Searching for some final truth And at the gate Where the boneless meet We melt and merge back into the sea I'm living in a mystery drinking blood, sap, milk, and wine But in the grass a narrow snake lies solid and defined Our poor sick rose In disordered clothes Crushes grapes in clusters with her toes She is not flesh and blood She is vaccine She wears two faces - The savage and serene Our poor sick rose In disordered clothes Squeezes juice into her cup of gold Scarlet rain Creature comfort and pain Jack o'lantern, death's head smile Bodiless mask of fright! And at the gate Where the boneless meet We melt and merge back into the sea Letras de cancionesMy heart was pinched to death And locked in the attic room I was wearing two faces The privileged and the doomed Our poor sick rose In disordered clothes Crushes grapes in clusters with her toes There's a mechanized greed That dons the mask of nature Living under a dark cloud But over the weather And at the gate Where the boneless meet We melt and merge back into the sea It feels so nice... But I demand a sacrifice!Can someone direct me to the cemetary? From Letras Mania