Someone will take my body
someone will read my will
someone will auction off my things, dear
my love will linger for you still.
and when you learn to love again
I will learn to rot
and maybe in times now a passing
I will learn to be forgot.
I'd rather live in your arms than in memory
an echo that is stifling out your flame.
A charnel house has no place in a pasture
but flowers will grow around her all the same.
Someone will take your body
someone will cater to your say
and you won't have bargain for your want dear
and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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