When sb is dead,
The dead body is burried
In a grave yard....
And the one who love the passed
Will come and give consoleness
At the grave yard...
When a love is dead,
It is burried where it is planted
Which is a heart..
But the one who planted
Will come and give consolness?
While the grave yard is still waiting
With heart beats which is new
In every second..
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