The leaden coffins lying fast asleep
Nigh leaden flowers and the funeral shroud –
And I was lonely in the crypt...and there was wind...
And leaden crowns produced a creaking sound
Upturned my leaden love asleep
On leaden flowers and I began to call
And I was lonely by the corpse...could feel a chill
The leaden wings dragging it down
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