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The Coffins

Updated: Mar 9, 2022

Currently to you my spirit’s pathetic —

Simply too sweet, too sympathetic,

But it’s when we grow older,

And Time’s hourglass dwindles;

When this world’s a bit colder

From sly Romance’s swindles

You’ll yearn my love guaranteed —

All its warm compassion that softens —

Realizing this same pitiful heart’s indeed

The most caring amongst you coffins.

But fret not, dear, Fate’s funny in a way,

And O together we’ll be again one day

As you in the ground to decompose

And I upon your grave, a single

red rose.

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