Resting...
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Though the heart not pounds
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Feelings are still alive but somewhere else
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In that belief we watch over the dead
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Standing aside their graves
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Talking to a molten stone
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Trying to understand the reason
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Why their hands aren't warm
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I saw the stately men in robes walking from the forest
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Their empty and childish eyes
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So sad and mourning with us
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They take the soul away
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Every year at the first light of spring
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With the soft wind blowing through my hair
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I lay the rose upon her grave
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In hope that she'll return to me someday
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Hand in hand they wander across the great rainbow
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Far away from worry they'll be safe
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In a land where fear is not existing
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She's like me, she never wanted to be
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Purified in the fountain of lies
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Her rage could not be wiped away
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Now escaped from the light and it's dream angels
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I saw her riding towards me on thunder clouds
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I laid the rose upon her grave
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And now she has returned to me
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Lay The Rose Upon Her Grave
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Embracing |