Flowers on the grave
Written on the stone
Today we have lost a dear, dear soul
What was once gold is now coal
As he lies here in this peach coffen
We remember that all souls go to either one heaven or hell
But this soul we think will go to neither place, he will go home
Laying here thinking of him, I feel his hand upon my cheek
Cold I think, but I know he had come for me and me alone



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