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I took the skin of corpses
And dyed them blue for dreams
Oh I can wear these everywhere
(I sat home in my jeans).
I cut the hair of corpses
And wove myself a sheath
Finer than silk or wool I thought
And shivered underneath
I cut the ears of corpses
To make myself a hood --
Warmer than forget-me-nots
I paid for that in blood.
I robbed the eyes of corpses
So I could face the sun
But all the days had cloudy skies
And I had lost my own.