You were dead, so I was told.
I saw your grave with my eyes.
We stood in black with our blacken sorrows.
The fog and the rain could not wash it away.
I heard your wish in my head.
A voice I mistook to be mine.
Your biddings were sweet edged with pain.
I could not escape because I lived my wish.
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