Earth

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In the particles of earth
I will be burying my sorrow
Hope that I will not rebirth
To waste time that I could borrow

Even though I love you still
I'm corroding into sands
I have constantly felt ill
Without you between my hands

And when my body will decay
Under layers of cold dirt
I hope that you will feel okay
I hope that you will stay unhurt

Little flower of red dye
Lonely grave beneath old tree
I only hope that when I die
you won't forget... to forget me

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