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Thursday, June 1, 2023

Dwellers of the unmarked grave

Why do seek love,
Love is long dead in that grave,
You remember that unmarked grave,
Grave where your parents lie,

One day you will be with them,

However hard you may try,

Oh, dwellers of the unmarked grave,

My life is almost gone.


You may be resting in your grave,

I am almost gone,

Only a grave is missing,

The rest is all just gone.




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