Lay your heavy head
Down on the grass
On Mother's lap
Drink slowly
Don't choke on the first sip
Dull your senses
Let the funeral
Wash itself away
...
You've got to look at the sky!
Raise broken bones from blades of grass
Get drunk on the oxygen's lure
Pools of daises and poppies
Will dance through your blood
Sing out! Sing out!
The proudest moment of your life
Leap out! Leap out!
Grow old and fall six feet
Rot into her embrace!
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