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How grow the old when resolutions die,
and dry.
Harrow the bold when temperances rise,
and thrive.


Mask the tomb
Drape it in lye.
Bless this room
Sweet Demise.


Taper the veins showing you the signs,
they're right.
Under the cranes falling from the sky,
they'll fly.


Mask the tomb,
Drape it in lye,
Bless this room
Sweet demise.


Harrow the bold when temperances rise,
and die.


Mask the tomb
drape it in lye.
Bless this room
sweet demise.
Shed your plumbs,
say goodbye.

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