the rosey red drains from cheeks.. Lyrics

"so prematurely, the plot was foiled..."
i said, as my fingers sifted through the soil...

but i was never one to like a farce...
as the cold winter morning's air is crisp & stark...

but i hate thinking about how bugs swarm, & start to squirm...
they should really make pockets (actually) warm...

turning white, the rosey red drains from cheeks...
but those who know the fall, are afraid to climb the peaks...

but it's in the attention to detail..
the attention to the shadows..

that lends "success" or luke-warm failure..
in the lucid walk to the gallows..

(before everything gets covered in gasoline..)
sentimentality has never been so grave...
in grave danger of becoming a stranger...
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