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I think about you everyday
I wish to kiss your lips
But they are cold and you don't breathe
'cause you already dead...

I will grow roses in my garden
And 'll bring them to your grave
I'll not forget you, in spite of all
You're in my soul for ages

The sun will rise above our grave
But we won't see its golden shining
Just you and me, love in eternity
In spite of our death...

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