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Sunlight has found its path strained Clawing 'tween grey skies and leaves Reflecting a face in the stream Once mine, but no more it seems I'm not the one who brought upon this fate Nor am I the one who threw it all away Entangled canopy, the shelter overhead Observed in silence, no pity for the dead Fashioned a headstone out of dirt Mixed it with runoff from the earth Here lies something more Then just bones and tissue from the deceased Covered by branches Sheltered from rain Night has finally advanced And quieted day Light fading Standing over a grave built for the world I dig this grave I dig this grave I dig this grave for the whole wide world I'm not the one who brought upon this fate Nor am I the one who threw it all away Entangled canopy, the shelter overhead Observed in silence, no pity for the dead From Letras Mania