These cold days in the sun
I get to call upon the dead
What else do they have to do
But sit and chat with someone
I find they have so much more
Of a perspective on worldly things
Though it can be annoying
At times always trying
To get me to do things like
Maybe take a shower or a walk
Sometimes they pull me
Right out of my body
And show me all the things
We've still to do when
We get up from these chairs
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