Nor my image nor my name Are carved in the tombstone, Defying winds and rain While there rest my burried bones. I disappeared in time And became the dust of death, Still lying in the dungeon of mine Where I eft my last breath. No dead flowers near my stone Left by a friend of mine, Because in this grave unknown Lies a man burried alive.Birth sign: Cancer
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