Dead Ones

Dead Ones
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The dead ones never go
They are out there in the shadow
The dead ones are not underneath surface
They are in restless tree
They are in forest that moans
They are in water that flows
They are in wind
They are lots
Dead are not dead
The dead ones never go
They are in womens chest
They are in child that cries
And in fire that flames
The dead ones are not underneath surface
They are in fire that dies
They are in dews grass
They are in sad walls
They are in forest
They are in house
They are everywhere

The dead ones are not dead





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