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at the end of my road

don't shed a tear
as they stackin the rocks

a single black rose all I ask
if that's not to much

tied to the blank marker
with a purple bow

sealed with your kiss
a gift for my soul

so when the next lifetime arrives
it knows with whom to grow old

but until then
a little warmth for the cold
Written by Blackenedsole (Boreas)
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