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EHW
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One Last Goodbye
To your grave, I spoke,
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me, that you are gone...
They accused me of murdering you, angel -
Despite proof to the obvious,
It seems once more something is my fault.
Sometimes... when I try...
To get over the fact that you're gone...
No-one... wants me.
And no-one understands.
To your grave, I spoke,
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me, that you are gone...
People are always telling me to cheer up,
Find someone else.
But angel, sometimes I feel that...
Well, they don't even know me anymore.
They seem to find that life is a game,
And that we as players, are all the same,
And the only difference is in the names...
To your grave, I spoke,
Holding a blackening rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me, that you are gone...
And all I want is to lie there...
Rubbing the grass where you now lay,
Before settling into that slumber so deep,
And never awakening from endless sleep...
To your grave, I spoke,
Grasping that last red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me, that you are gone...
And then beckoning me...
To go with you...
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