Cora Lee - Cry to your death

Sushh, little children,
do not let them hear.

Back away from the fire,
yet you go near.

Laugh little people,
shun from your sins.

Face the pain,
and see who wins.

Cough sick elders,
you've grown your life well.

Playing the cards,
some wish never delt.

Race my family,
quick towards your grave.

Fall into the hole,
that I so sincerly gave.

Cora Lee

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