dance with your ghost

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Lament on a lover's grave,


Unforeseen, couldn't even count your remaining days.


I sit by the grass, contemplating many ways,


On how tragedy could've never been the finale of the play.


A garden full of roses,


Withering 'till decomposing,


But never rotten, never forgotten,


For you linger in my heart the most,


'Till death do us part


But I still dance with your ghost.

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