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I want to feel your bones
on mine 'cause darling
if we cannot live for each other
we might at least lay in the same grave

I promised you many times
that I will wait for you
till the end of time
but Death already stands in my shadow

My love, I am so tired
it is been so long
maybe you are just a distant dream
nothing but a fantasy

I slowly lose myself when I remember
your eyes that were the prettiest
shade of blue
I prayed that I would never
have to see tears dripping from them
and God took mercy on me
I am the only one
who suffers

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