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If these bare walls could singThey would sing us a funeral songPush their wooden words into your mouthThey would not wish to beA burden to your tongueWould not wish to carry onToo longWith no sorrowAsk no greater pardonThan the patternTime is carving in your skinIf these pale bones could swayThey would march to a funeral songAnd pull their milky way across the yardThey would not wish to keepYou tethered to their armsThey would not wish to carry on too farWith no sorrowAsk no greater pardonThan the patternTime is carving in your skinWell if I could stretch my earsLetras de cancionesInto a grand processionAnd circle 'round your wisdomLike a songI would not wish to beThe fire in your bellyI would not wish forHolding you too longWith no sorrowAsk no greater pardonThan the patternTime is carving in your skin From Letras Mania