The Funeral

Liz Lee

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I'm coming up only to hold you under
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To the outside, the dead leaves, they blow alive
Before they died had trees to hang their hope

At every occasion once more is called a funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral