We walk the face of earth
Carefree and unworried, saunter and carouse
Unhurried, pretend to be deaf
To the sound of the wheels
Expressing shock and sorrow
Each time it whispers
Sweet nothings in the ear
Of people we know, near and far
The crinkled crown of death
Simple in its imminence, macabre in its machinations
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Haisha haisha we all fall down
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