When you give me your heart,
Will I feel it?
Will I feel it; when we're apart,
If one stilled it-
When you give me your heart,
Please don't kill it.
When we're the same soul,
Will I feel it?
Will I feel it; will there be no hole,
Could one fill it-
When we're the same soul?
Now let's seal it.
When you walk on my grave,
Will I feel it?
Will I feel it; is anything saved,
If one willed it,
When you walk on my grave-
Death, don't steal it.
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