To think, even in the bitter end,
when these brittle bones are cake,
and the sun has made its final pass,
when the dust has returned to the earth,
my love will never die, not for you
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Even in the Bitter End
To think, even in the bitter end,
when these brittle bones are cake,
and the sun has made its final pass,
when the dust has returned to the earth,
my love will never die, not for you
