l want to crample
Fall and pass out
In calm assurance
Of your glimmering love.
When they dig a grave
In a lofty hill
Wherever else they will
Remain untouched
Let all be as it was.
While in my little grave
Think of me, cry not
Stand the pain
Take courage and let go.
Plant roses round my soil
Sweet romantic scents shall decent
Accompanied by memories of you.
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