Snow has covered her grave
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And flowers have withered away
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Cold wind cries in the trees
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Frozen tears mark my grief
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The flickering, weak candlelight
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Shatters the dead of the night
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I bury my face in my hands
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I try to speak but I can't
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With a breeze arrives a sparrow
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Lands on her gravestone
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I raise my head and realize
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I am no longer alone
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Haven of shadows in the garden of stones
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Cold wind blows out the flame
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And darkness surrounds me again
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The sparrow starts silently singing
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A song only she and I know
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I shed a tear on her grave
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And silently whisper her name
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As cold wind still shakes the trees
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I know she now rests in peace
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With a breeze leaves the sparrow
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Flies into the unknown
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I bow my head and realize
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I want to follow
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Garden Of Stones
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| To Die For (To/Die/For) |
