The death of the SonnetsOneYou are placed in a niche in the cold,I let you go back to the bright world,They do not know that I will rest there,Our dreams are together.I let you lie in the sunny place,Sweet care of a sleeping baby as a mother.The earth becomes a soft cradle,Shake your pain baby.Then I spread the soil and rose petals,In the blue moonlight.Lightly covered with you.I can rest assured,For no one will ever come to this graveAnd I'm competing for your body!
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