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I dug you up this morning
And took you home,
To have you here beside me,
Cold but close.
I made my mind up last night,
That heaven just can? t have you.
I made you breakfast but you would not eat,
So I took your black dress off and washed you clean.
I made mind up last night that heaven just can? have you.
The sheets are creased
From your last day,
A silhouette of where you lay.
They? ll find your headstone in the yard,
With your black dress and my guitar.
I? ll carry you back to your grave
Where you and I will always stay.
Close the casket it gets dark;
They? ll find us in each other? s arms?.
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