A loaf of curdled hearts rests upon a dieing man's tooth
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His ghastly hat sailing over the flags of old
When he rang the oak bells for freedom
Did anyone really care?
Could anyone really hear?
Should I hide my melon in a cotton filled coffin
Where prying eyes could never drink the juice?
Or should I simply wrap my soul in red silk
And throw it to the bulls?