Too early for the future
Too late for the past
I join their souls around me
For the festival of death
We who are living are dead for a day
We who are dead are living new lives
Together we celebrate the loss
Of death remember the day
Death died the door flew open
The flowering graves
Where we can sit together
And make a meal of silly stories
Of our mysterious lives
Just to join and lift us up again
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