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Dancing at Funerals




The chimney sweepers come to dance
At the funeral of one of them who fell
Now free of the soot and dark labor
Free to dance—free of soot and poisoned
Air free to breathe in paradise while they
Return to chimneys—waiting

The wives and sisters morn he who brought
Food and laughter hugs and love now gone--
Who knows where-- Will the brothers lovers
Fill the gap-- Dread and hope feed the wheel
That keeps turning in this gray dreary world
Where life is a never ending quest

Where the dance at the funeral is
That birth is just a ticket to paradise



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