Funeral Lullaby
Like a fading memory
I reach out for your [hand]
Trying to hold onto something
that's l o n g g o n e from this land.
A sigh, a kiss, a {breath}
a //bittersweet gaze
Is all that's left from ···················································you
while I live in this .|=|haunted daze|=|.
Black dresses, silver trees;
church bells *ringing*** nearby.
!Fake¡ condolences, |whispered lies|
as I sing to you this dreary little {funeral lullaby}
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