in a time to come
when we'd die
there in heaven you'd be mine
walking down aisle
the promises we keep
exchanging our rings
you in white,
clean of your sins
i in peach, wearing my skin
the sound of violin
will be celebrating our win
you'll be dancing,
I'd be crying
for I belong to darkness
deep and decayed
and you blooming cherry
oh deliciously red
our graves would 'be decorated
with flower beds
for people know our story
of the love unto we held
our leftover partner
may come to ruin our day
to warn our souls to stay away
but you see, love!
they did the same when we were alive
and this put us to death.
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