Muertos
I sing in honor of death, the none
believe in making dreams awaken,
the years will wrinkle as you’ve done.
I sing in honor of death - the none
begin and end will meet as one.
It’s blinding white with eyes so blacken
I sing in honor of death! The none
believe in making dreams awaken.
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