| Do you know what you have shown to me In this crescent moon and ocean breeze Your vacant figure and the cemetary trees Will never exist in the same beauty Your name will never be hard to read I'll never clear your stone of leaves Your memory always close to me Living breathing ecstacy Your eyes obscene consuming these Quivering eyes of the moon for these Lonely ghosts and hospital rooms I'll go to the ocean with flowers for you A sunflower that had quietly spake Of yellow petals alive awake No whispers of midnight souls and hymn Only lonely embalmers swim For your ashes floating somewhere in the sea Your cremation existing in endless beauty The last thing you ever showed to me |
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