My hope died with the birth of the black roses I laid upon your hallowed soil.The finality ov your passing....hasn't granted me solace.This is my hardened heart I have to keep beating.''Nothing Compares To You'' Your smile still gets me....your laugh hugs my soul.....You found your way in....as did I into you. Now I'm left here ...holding these dead roses...Oh Shannon,what amI to do????
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