Form / Void - Song for the Dead

No one remembers I lived or died, nobody knows where I reside
Though travellers often amble o'er me, in this valley grave that I call mine
So sing me songs sung for the dead, and send me sweetly to my rest

My bones were laid here by a boy I knew, he whispered, "dear, I'll see you soon"
He held a dark and woesome mood, as if some dark deed he was off to do

I am a girl, I am a soul, I had a boy who made me whole
Now he is gone and I am dead, so he's my song and I'm his regret

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Form / Void

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