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Collected up in laurel wreaths they found itA reason not to grieveThen they stitched it to our sleevesAnd said, "Maybe it's the dead who should be prayingFor those of us who still have shaking shoes to fill."So they took the hollow land that we had leftAnd they welcomed every weed their fingers metSaying, "Life is just that, no matter how sad it is."We buried them in pairs along the flood plainSo no one could complainFor lack of things to saySome cemetery bird was shedding bad dreamsLike feathers floating downBut they'll never reach the groundAnd you knew there was a hole you could not fillYou were fired in a kiln against your willBut the rivets that bound your love to the ground were still intactBut if we're all just beadsOn a rosaryThen a breaking cordSongtexteCould set us freeYou built a quiet house for all your worriesThen sent them off to sleepAnd knelt down next to me Aus Songtexte Mania