Walking in single file to our graves,
Side by side, hand in hand,
Marching to our certain death,
In a sea of heat and sand,
Your face and your touch,
Put my mind at ease,
You were my partner, my crutch,
Now our love is deceased,
Knowing I won't witness the sunset,
I lower my soul and hold my head high,
Filling my heart with courage and strength,
I look in the eyes of my maker and I cry,
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