For you
And now you must stay,
There where the cattle graze
And the thorny roses grey.
As the setting sun with its purple haze
Sets upon you its gloomy ray
I forever miss your dreamy gaze
Staring through my glazed eyes
Memories sharp and cold as ice
Your wicked wheeled throne
That never left you alone
You sing hymns and stroke its arm
Staring into sunshine darkness
God, life’s so straight and senseless.
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