Lay me round in the thistle-down
Brushing softly on my skin,
Make a bed of scarlet roses
So fragrant will my end have been
Line my hair with daisies fair
Hide each red and shining mark
So that I will be at peace,
When sings again the morning lark
Close my eyes with not a sigh,
Fold each hand upon my heart
Empty, still, a bird suspended
And do not cry as we may part
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Fleeting as a bird, you looked at me.
Lying on my death bed, Your face is all I see, The only thing worth living for, The only one I need.
The air between our spirits hangs with bittersweet retrace I hang upon your every breath, measuring the pace.
The sand is running low and soon my children I must go. My heart with love for you is filled, but soon it's healing must be stilled. I leave no treasures of any kind, only my love I leave behind.
Look and look and never find. Cloudy shadows fill your mind. Inspiration hides in your eyes. Love laces all your lies. Find your love and hold them near. Keep them close and hold them dear.
Goodbye, goodbye, Time does fly. There were those days, When I had the time. To express my thoughts. To wonder around Opuss's courts, But now these exams, Have cut my time short.
Close your eyes one final time, And take your final breath, I'll meet you on the other side, Now sink into your death.
It may not have happened yet, But it won't be long until you fret. You will die, a deathly phrase, Used in one of Shakespeare's plays.
Days, even years from now Our thoughts, they will be read Days, even years from now Our bodies will be dead And when I fall I will run Run by your side To the sun Now I'm wondering Where we're...
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