If you do not love me
I shall bury myself in grief...
in a shallow grave for the buzzards to feast.
It shall be a small feat for me...
I will go out on a note of pure misery.
I shall bury myself in grief...
in a shallow grave for the buzzards to feast.
It shall be a small feat for me...
I will go out on a note of pure misery.
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