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As I draw up my breath,

And silver fills my eyes.

I kiss her still,

For she will never rise.

- Never rise for me -

On my weak body,

Lays her dying hand.

Through those meadows of

Heaven,

Where we ran.

On my weak body, where we ran

Like a thief in the night,

The wind blows so light.

It wars with my tears,

That won't dry for many years.

They won't dry for you

- Get away, don't get away -

This shallow soul, this broken path is mine

My way, my time, my death, and angels cry

Strike me now with the poison of your slumber

This shallow soul, this broken path is mine

Dear beauty don't wake up, sleep now

Lets lay together in just one grave

Why surrender?

"Loves golden arrow

At her should have fled,

And not Deaths ebon dart

To strike her dead."

Love golden arrow

As I drew up my breath

I kiss her still

To strike her death

On my weak body lays her dying hands

Through those meadows of

Heaven,

Where we ran.