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• Artiste: Republic Of Wolves (The)
• Titre: Rosary
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Collected up in laurel wreaths they found it A reason not to grieve Then they stitched it to our sleeves And said, "Maybe it's the dead who should be praying For those of us who still have shaking shoes to fill." So they took the hollow land that we had left And they welcomed every weed their fingers met Saying, "Life is just that, no matter how sad it is." We buried them in pairs along the flood plain So no one could complain For lack of things to say Some cemetery bird was shedding bad dreams Like feathers floating down But they'll never reach the ground And you knew there was a hole you could not fill You were fired in a kiln against your will But the rivets that bound your love to the ground were still intact But if we're all just beads On a rosary Then a breaking cord Could set us free You built a quiet house for all your worries Then sent them off to sleep And knelt down next to me