I never thought to find you
I wandered
Cold hands and heart
Behind these graving stones
I felt calm
I forget my gloves somewhere
The crows are good keepers of secrets
I walked so often here
Dead cannot give comfort
My pain letted my heart heavy
And you ravished it
You gave me comfort
You hug me when my tears came down
You are here where I want to give up
You take my cold hands
And give me your warm gloves
And we came back hom
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