Leave this book with me when I'm laid to rest
My heart will remember, my soul will know
My fingers clutching it next to my breast
Return me to warmth I knew long ago
Leave this book with me its pages, our dreams
Nobody will know why it stays so close
Leaves from our fall decorating the seams
Beneath pale hands, a bible to its ghost
Leave the book with me when I'm dead and gone
When I can't feel the rain upon my cold skin
Arouse my spirit with your haunting songs
Awaken me when we can love again
Leave this with me inside of my coffin
Weep on my grave, remember us often
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