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Out therebr
Past the rose gardenbr
Past the wall where the shadows dancebr
The old hall liesbrbr
At the top floor the coffins liebr
A hundred sleeping boysbr
Who never wakebr
But line up their shoes in a rowbr
Like the good little students they arebrbr
And the dead butterfly in its casebr
Returns to it's chrysalisbr
To save itselfbr
From the inferno that lies behind the wallbrbr
Black roses, dripping dewdropsbr
Into the false pondbr
As the chocolate skinned boy watchesbr
And pricks his finger on a thornbr
So his master might drinkbrbr
But these are but illusionsbr
Old photographs on the ancient deskbr
Inside the old hallbr
Where the end of the world liesbrbr
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