Soul of Mine
In a cemetery,
at midnight,
under the shimmering moon light.
Dug a grave,
buried soul of mine.
picked in hands,
through my fingers,
slipped like wine.
Shed tears of mine.
Oh! may be!
Let me sing a lullaby,
as one last goodbye.
As I buried soul of mine,
angels began to cry.
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