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I finally close my eyes

Nostalgia for yesterday

Tears roll down my cheeks

Never again hold your hand

Never again to touch your face

Angels have fallen for less

And I will fall too

With a bottle pressed against my head

So I can forget

Your name on my lips

The last thing I'll say

Before I'm carried away

Lay me down

Beneath the ground

Among a bed of wildflowers

And a red clay halo

Surrounded by the broken

As the rain gently falls

These tears that I'm crying

Will fall upon your face

Gently, oh so coldly

My very last embrace