The skulls are painted with vibrant hues
They smile and wink with playful clues
They mock the grim and somber death
They celebrate the life and breath

The skulls are dressed in fancy clothes
They wear big hats and feathered boes
They dance and sing with joyous tunes
They light the night with stars and moons

The skulls are symbols of the past
They honor those who did not last
They remind us of our fate and end
They teach us to cherish every friend

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