**** me and then put me in a coffin
next to that majestic oak.
Look at my pale face while you wrap the lifeless body in a black cloak.
Start a fire, but don’t burn yourself just to hide me in the smoke.
The words on your lips wound my existence, until, on them, i choke:
“Sleep easy, sleep well, my little darling,
soon i’ll be with you, when the stars start falling.
Dream sweet, dream of me, my tender starling,
everything is going to be all right, there will be no more crying.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
**** me and then put me in a coffin
next to that majestic oak.
Look at my pale face while you wrap the lifeless body in a black cloak.
Start a fire, but don’t burn yourself just to hide me in the smoke.
The words on your lips wound my existence, until, on them, i choke:
“Sleep easy, sleep well, my little darling,
soon i’ll be with you, when the stars start falling.
Dream sweet, dream of me, my tender starling,
everything is going to be all right, there will be no more crying.
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