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Memories, all long forgotten
Yet they hunt my dreams at night
Neither starved nor spoiled rotten
All your sins can’t make them right
Is heaven really as they tell me
A paradise of white and gold
Or is it rather dark and lonely
A prison for the long lost soul
You are someone I cannot save
A faint light and a distant bell
I place a rose upon your grave
My small token of farewell