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There's the palest shape
Steady your weeping face
Put the pillow to your cheek
For i'm failing in your eyes
This funeral lies inside
My mourning head
What was, is now a wedge
There's the palest shape
Steady your weeping face
Put the pillow to your cheek
For i'm failing in your eyes
This funeral lies inside
My mourning head
What was, is now a wedge