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Sickly music drifts right through
the ribcages of me and you.
Once covered by our human skin,
now nothing but air lies within.
The weeping willows shriek, poor trees.
They must be watching you and me.
We're spinning faster, twisting sprites
who dance the waltz in the twilight.
All around us, the world writhes
as they recall our wretched lives.
We're detested by human beings.
We fled their world on tombstone wings.
Our bony hands entwine, so bare,
the instruments of black nightmares.
The violins keep scraping, singing,
the wailing tones of harpies screeching.
Dreadful music floats right through
the skeletons of me and you.
Let's dance to music that they hate.
We broke out of our wooden crates.
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