how beautiful my grave, ,
if it was your hand which made...
and how beautiful a death..
if was the last things i saw, , you....
if i dead, do your eyes weep at me...
and will you remember me for ever...
if fall a dropp of water on my grave,
i wish that be a tears from your eyes..
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