The last


We are nothing but desperately cold

Shivering in the damp surround

There are lullabies for suffering

They sing when we are below the ground

We stand and whisper between the graves

We burn the candles for love that never came

We long and whimper and I forget my name

I am all that I never was only the shame

We stand in rows of middle class

We bow and wish for nothing that could last

We dream in other colors and different hues

We long for nothing only the past

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