surrendering himself to the nightingales tune,
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a gravedigger sharpens his spade on the moon,
digging his own grave he sings
mesmerised by the rapture of broken wings,
His dreams bleed with his hands.
when he turns the night switch off
he journeys his lifes wastelands
and leaves his final dream to
pay his debt off.
whoever you are come forth these are the days that must happen to you.