To her my heart belonged
My love for her prolonged
By all the men who took her from me
By all the men who hindered what we could be
But I always loved her,
And never thought of another.
Even if she didn't know what love was,
Love always loved her, as it always does.
So now her and I finally died,
That thought gave me much pride.
To be buried beside her never to leave again,
Like it always should have been, beginning to end
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