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When death comes to have me, may he find me here with my love. When my days in the sun fold over into night I will be here Leaning over the grave stone Saying her name as the light fades from my eyes I will not be afraid, instead I will see it as her raven hair flowing over me The darkness that covers my eyes as I die will be the waves of her hair Hair that I used to touch, I used to kiss and dry my tears with As on the night she died in my arms Not long till death finds me stretched on her grave Waiting to be no more here separated from her By a body and six feet of mouldering earth Even now her black hair enfolds me and my life goes in black I can feel her hand on my cheek but I can no longer feel my legs I hear the pounding of my heart, but not the life behind it My love, wait... I am almost with you Her hair falls in front of my face And I can no longer hear my heart But I can feel the touch of her hands as they caress my face And her lips as they draw close to mine... Now my love... I am here.... |
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