There once was a little town
That was surrounded by dust
Within her lived
The son of a seamstress
His face a bit pale
Always clearing his throat
And in the brook by the valley
Lifeless fishes down below
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The parents died quite early
Although not that old
But things took their path and soon
All that counted for him was the now
Later then, he courted a lass
Pondered and asked himself why
The sun wouldn't shine anymore
But too late, his time was up
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