I woke with this poem-song thingy written in my head.
It's a spooky little place in there sometimes. Even when I'm sleeping.
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Dance of Death by Michael Wolgemut (1493)
Public Domain
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Danse Macabre
Danse, danse! Join in the danse
Around and around it goes
Grasping hands, beating hearts
Daring you to let go.
Spinning 'round, catch a glimpse
Of One you’ve felt before
Cobweb'd breath, final farewell
Tracing along your pores.
Masques off, the Danse is done
Crossover the unknown
Danse, danse! Join in the danse
Around and around it goes
Grasping hands, beating hearts
Daring you to let go.
Spinning 'round, catch a glimpse
Of One you’ve felt before
Cobweb'd breath, final farewell
Tracing along your pores.
Masques off, the Danse is done
Crossover the unknown
Slipping through stones, playing tag
With icy fingerbones.
With icy fingerbones.
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