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Withered EfflorescenceUnfortunate enough to wakeThe mistakes at least They had the luxury To live one day as a corpse Blessed are they who live out Their final earthly days Upon a bed of Withered efflorescence Orchards chime in the Wake of uncertainty Webs entangling the limbs Of the recent dead Dirge now made from the sounds Of this carnal symphony |