A wooden box is yours for keeps,

There in your grave my dear you sleep,

Haunting is your spirit in the graveyard mist,

You hang around in the cold nightime wind,

Is it me you want for real?

I cannot see you but I wish I did,

Though you are insistent on appearing in my dreams,

I long for you earthly still,

How exactly can the dead be reborn?

Tell me this,

Come back to me ,

It is Painful to mourn ,

Something I know is forever gone and lost,

Please assure me that you are not dead,

Whisper in my ear that you are simply mortally absent,

From where you are laid ,

Light radiates day by day,

A star you are that never fades.

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