As the mist begins to clear,
I find so do my thoughts,
As in the night I sit here,
In this place where life is not.
It is here my soul is buried,
Sunken deep within the earth,
'Twas not my feet to here that carried,
But the loss of all my mirth.
Oh curse you solemn stone!
You thief of life and love!
Why have you left me all alone?
What need had you for my sweet dove?
But I know 'twas not your sin,
You could not know this date,
The name that's etched upon your skin,
Is not for you to love or hate.
Oh bless you solemn stone!
You who for my soul keep watch!
Guard my love against the cold unknown,
In hopes that soon I'll feel her touch.
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