Fall's judgment brings my death to me
Laid out in skeletal snow
Where fleshy summer hung
But there's some blood left in these bones
That only a spring can know
And there's a wind that draws me out
And another working from below
Filling my lungs with heaven and hell
So I have my own life and soul
Breathing the living and the dead
I sing a wandering song
And call you to me
Little things of earth
It won't be long for long
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