Do I dare sleep on this vile southern clay
Of sinister reds and passionate browns?
Do I dare disregard another day
As an innocent morality play?
If I should cry, I would make too much sound.
Do I dare sleep on this vile southern clay?
How I wished to be part of the ballet,
But they persuaded me to buckle down.
Do I dare disregard another day
As my mind becomes ever disarray?
An unbroken soul intended to drown.
Do I dare sleep on this vile southern clay,
This filthy, stinking clay dwindling away?
I melted into the remorseful town.
Do I dare disregard another day
As we evanesce to a charcoal grey
And our deepest fears become renowned?
Do I dare sleep on this vile southern clay?
Do I dare disregard another day?
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