I'm in the garden of lively dead souls
like sunflowers they are cheerful
Like the sounds of birds their hearts are beating
Yes their are alive, and yet they are dead
They laugh and they talk and they never leave
Their souls in my soul
My thoughts part of theirs
And I belong to them
And to this garden of lively dead souls
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