A dreaded sunny day

so I meet you at the cemetery gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side



A dreaded sunny day

so I meet you at the cemetery gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

while Wilde is on mine



So we go inside and we gravely read the stones

all those people all those lives

where are they now?

with the loves and hates

and passions just like mine

they were born

and then they lived and then they died

seems so unfair

and I want to cry



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