I will be with you
When you die.
I will spark in your grave
Like a longing of life
To overcast the wilderness of death.
I will tear off your shroud
And make you breath
Through the eternal fumes of paradise.
I will float to you
Like fragrance of flowers
And bring you sweet mornings of may
With breezes bowled in freedom.
What more can i do my love,
To stay immortal
Meditate with my memories.
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