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From my door looking out passed the streets lights into your forgotten world,
I can only see your form, gracing meadows grass with your light,
Vines forever try to break through,
Rising in soils dark marble,
Even our grand tomb costs so much, Our loving plot is our right,
Governments hope for victory, but are not backing our fight,
Dreaming as I glance towards you, Wishing rest for my grace and light,

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Watching your elegant figure, your palms touching the long soft grass,
In summers sun where flowers dream, your silhouette moves through my grace,
Daisies wisp gather in your hands, moments tethered to my ghosts wings,
The birds seem to flutter and fly free,
with the Ambience of your lace,
I know that this life will not last, infinite is our graves space,
But society is so cruel, and takes away coins vases place,

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The innocence of our love, has no groundings for any cause,
I wish to die with your banner, walking in your meadows fine land,
Flowers to bloom on our grave, together to walk through heaven,
I do not want our soul to vanish, I want to stand with my love planned,
But authorities bury death, they do not gather love to land,
Deep cost of our twinned soft stones, is much, so we must fight for land.
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© balcar