and when we have turned to dust
and mud and clay,
we will return, my love as cast iron,
in an eternal embrace, you will hold my
hand and dance to the same rhythm.
you will not step on my feet and
we will celebrate all holidays
including Halloween.
On Christmas you will dusted
in the purest white snow
like Santa Claus.
On Valentine's Day I will hold a
bouquet of roses,
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