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Two white horses in a
Two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a
Carrying me to my burying ground
Some need diamonds, Some need talk and fireworks
Some need cards, some need
Some need jagged glass to line their clothes
All I need is
All I need is
Have you ever heard a coffin sound
Hit with ground or
Happen upon an end
In your neck of the everything
Still the morning hour holds gold in its mouth
You can feel it stinging down
The hollowed arrows of your arm
Glad dogs of the grave
Sat soft on the hard lip of your bed
Some may say this might be your last farewell ride
Some may say this might be your last farewell ride
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