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Sent to the liars With my neck being hung by the wires Climbed out to feel All the spiders below at my heels Rush to the trees But the dark-coated ones heard us breathe Rather than yield We could drown in a pond by the field Younger than who came before Lost all that was built and stored Who will know what became of us? Ending on, the saddest note that ever was Calendar, Post life calendar Find out who's there Hide the key to the diary there Run through the snow And our blood is like ice to the bone We'll make a way They won't find even hints or a trace Buried in fields All the soil fills and covers our grief Younger than who came before Lost all that was built and stored Who will know what became of us? Ending on, the saddest note that ever was Calendar, Post life calendar