grotto

All over skeletons, ghosts, and baby devils-

Ornery and ordinary little horny people.

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The two of them are taking a boat

And it's not that type of boat party-

Small, wooden, just on the wrong side

of the fireflies.

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Long life, and they both have suffered.

Crawled in all directions in this dusty world

The tear shares a little space

with the rest of the whole ruby cosmos.

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So full of commonality, but (only) one loves.

And the ghosts are in love because they see love-

And the ghosts are happy and they'll raise their little devils to

Hope and remember these two and love.

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The magpie reigns supreme, the magpie tints the sky crimson and damson, ever so sweet.

The boat and the skeletons-

Wade in such dark and tranquil water, and in tranquillity cry of beauty.