Plague Rose Biography

This is a story of the day of the dead
The day they rose from their boxed-up beds
There was fire and smoke
And blood and corpses
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Basketball, basketball
Life is just like basketball
Shoot a million times
You won't get ‘em all
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My home is in my head
It doesn't matter
Where I am
My friends are in my heart
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See a sight
of color and flight
Beauty and elegance
is the mystical butterfly
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We are all seashells
On the shore of life
The tide called death
Will pull us away
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