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Lead
© FZ
The lead cofffin splept soundly
and lead flowers and funeral clothing
we were alone in the grave and its windy
and the lead crowns creaked
My love of lead was asleep again
On the lead flowers,I started shouting him
We were alone next to the dead and it was cold
And its lead wings hung
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