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I present to you a storyset upon a northern shorethe denizens of lighthouseduring times of warthe foolish things they didthe foolish things they saidim sure you will agreethey would be better off deadlilly keeps the lighthouseshe's afraid the unknownshe's no ray of sunshineso mostly she's aloneand no one cares about her longingor the dreams on which she fedand though im sad to say itshe would be better off deadnext we have a sheriffcharles is his namehes something of a sideshowevery sheriff is the samewill he stand for justiceor something else insteadeither way it hardly mattershes better off deadwhen everything is doneand everything is saidlife is naught but painits better to be deadrelease your heavy heartrest your weary headwhen all the world's at warit's better, it's betterwitness yasujirohe hails from old japanhe searches for redemptionin this strange and foreign landand now he works for lillyto earn his daily breadbut the most that one can sayis that hes better off deadplease welcome young christopherhes come here on a trainhis father flew to heavenon a fiery aeroplanehes come to live with lillyand hes got visions in his headhe may be our main attractionbut hes better off deadwhen everything is doneand everything is saidlife is naught but painits better to be deadrelease your heavy heartrest your weary headwhen all the world's at warit's better to be deadeverything is doneall things are saidits good to be a ghostits better, its better to be deadits good to be a ghostits better to be dead |
