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Received a heart of flesh
to burn within my soul
but tears are ways of loving
and gladness is the goal

I wept until I met you
I smiled until you died
This is a text of purpose
I know that I have lied

I cannot face the future
I do not face the past
the present is a whimper
which doesnt seem to last

Your grave is full of roses
your flesh is cold as dust
Im glad that youre in heaven
I smile because I must