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Sep 2018
I know one day Death will come
and take me to her home.
She will give me a place to stay,
she will feed me, she will be my friend.

But she doesn't know,
no, she doesn't know,
that I will never be her
- I'll always be yours.

I'll be dancing on my grave,
I'll be laughing at her,
I'll be singing the song of joy.

No, I will never be hers,
for I'll always be yours.

I'll be holding you tight,
I'll be kissing your eyes,
I'll be whispering in your ear,
that I'm yours,
that I'll never be hers.

I'll always be yours,
for I'll never be hers.
Peter B
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Peter B  35/M/London
(35/M/London)   
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