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ghosts raise a toast to the town
their bodies unfold in the clouds
the opera glass draped from the boughs
of the gallery's sigh
echoed in concert halls

the sun's coming up now
her heart was alive with the flutter of wings
it couldn't be helped that
the spin of the world wouldn't slow as she sings

She doesn't talk anymore
lost track of what she adores
wonders what all this is for
keeping a finger on the dead man's pulse

the sun's going down now
trembling hands hold the liquor he can't
he might cheat exhaustion
his consciousness kept by the sound of the band