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The Hour Of Death
My god have mercy upon me in this hour of death
I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one i so dearly
Love
Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms
And as i hold her hand in mine, i clearly feel it's turning
Cold
Like marble or snow
Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago
Those memories just increase grief as i watch the withering of
Beauty
How can it be that tomorrow she's not here and i remain
There has to be some kind of way we can be together again
Together again
As she fades away
Like statue made of clay
All i wish is to be in grave with her
Slowly transforming back into dirt
Deep under the sacred ground
Noone will be able to part us now
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