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Lay me in clover, and over my head pull a sheetMade of mirror, so I can see myselfand leave me for a long timeDo not disturb my restfor ages and ages, for I am tired and Ineed some relaxing, my mind is clutteredwith the days and the night timeMy bread is buttered on both sidesof the story there is the running jokeof who was the loved one, who tookhis life to end the peace and contentmentwe all expect to haveIn time and tradition, the common fearis that we, we, we, we...Lay me in aspic; preserve, elasticize the way I resemble a lot of other fools who reach fortheir anger, and never say a wordand learn in their own waythat what we are is not so good Aus Songtexte Mania