Early Day Miners
Perish Room
Everyone's got a storyToo sordid to tell.Drifting down esplanades,Summer monsoon swells.He believes in the afterlife,Angels ring in his head.An eldest frame and a Lenin suit,Angels fly in his head.We were gone in the afternoon,He left a note on the door.Yellow fever burial ground,Salvation, your reward.Make the stone encourage him,He speaks not what is right.Without hope or family,A solemn way to die.
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