Dead Thoughts

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Our long, departed once-held views
Arise again in dreams, askew.
Influencing, in a trance,
The past performs its merry dance.
They mingle with each new-born thought
Until our trammelled mind is caught.
Then being never still or silent
We alone do keep them vibrant.
Inside our head, the dead
Are having a party.
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