Grave
I kneel here, before your grave, this blade toward my heart ...
one swift rush, will end my life, and hereafter a new shall start ...
Without you, my life trudges to an mere existance of shadow ...
thus I rush forth, upon this blade, to end my life of sorrow ...
and so I die, here and now, that we may be together ...
In heaven or earth, in life or death, our love shall last, forever ...
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