Red roses for his grave lay
On fresh turned earth
My heart has gone with him
Always and forever I will be his
Never to forget that sweet smile,oh wait for me
Causing tears to freely flow remembering
Eyes so blue,my soul pleads be at rest my love
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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When romance is good it lives beyond the grave in our memories.
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