Unsterblichen Liebe

It will be cold

When I go

A cold that sinks deep
Leaving hoar frost
Upon the id

Crows
Murderous
Shall weep

Lily’s will burst
Into bloom
As roses
Fade like love
Upon my breath

The world
Will keep turning

You may join the crows
In their song
Or you may rejoice
As you pray
To your god

You may even miss me

I care not for these things

One boon I ask of you

Grant me one thing

A trifle

Something to ease the chill

Remember

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