To your grave I spoke
Holding a red red rose
Gust of freezing cold air whispers to me that you are gone
Always always asking the question why
life is overrated
Never never expected that I'd
underestimated my love for you
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red red rose
Gust of freezing cold air whispers to me that you are gone
Always always just out of reach from my
Over frustrated shameful hands
And I never never expected that I would ever
No never take for granted your precious time
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red red rose
Gust of freezing cold air whispers to me you're gone
Spent a lifetime of holding on
Just to let go
I guess I'll spend another lifetime searching for a new hope
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red red rose
Gust of freezing cold air whispers to me you're gone
Spent a lifetime of holding on
Just to let go
I guess I'll spend another lifetime searching for a new hope
A new hope

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