the death o' me.
I promise more storms & with them more joy,
after the death o' me.
Perhaps then I won't even lay down to die,
long past the death o' me.
Days turn strange with tender new change,
after the death o' me.
Yet I'd know you word for word, someone just heard,
long past the death o' me.
See where I sail, don't you open my mail.
after the death o' me.
For it's my vague belief some might smile with relief,
upon the death o' me.
Nights wlll keep kisses for many shy misses,
after the death o' me.
My heartaches sincerely are costing us dearly,
'twill be the death o' me.
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