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| I knelt at your grave As i do every year Praising the Lord For making you perfect. A dozen red roses Placed lovingly for you Tears fall endlessly To quench your thirst. I used to curse you, Used to resent myself For ending our love So soon. I wish i could hold you Just once more Tell you i love you And feel your strength Comforting me. |
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