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fantomurbo
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2020-02-24
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welcome to the edge of the world
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where the souls of the dead come to rest
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grab a stick and a boat
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and wander down the river at our behest
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don't mind the ghosts in the kitchen
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prepaid to stay behind on earth
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hands crossed on top of their chest
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dehydrated smiles twisted in mirth
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here, take these old bones of mine
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I mounted them on the walls years ago
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serving no purpose any longer
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without their long-gone owner
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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