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Where are you?

How can you still be alive?

These questions run through my mind.

As I look through,

I am hoping that it's not you.

When they lower the casket into the snow,

Inside I want to blow.

They killed you my love.

And now a dove,

Appears as they put you away for good.

Then I knew I should.

I opened the casket and there you be,

Smiling there so happily.

That famous last night...

What you did was grand,

Protecting me from all harm.

I did not want you to be alarmed.

So then you woke up from your endless sleep,

And came back from the endless deep,

Into a hole of a new life.