Around you the world does not revolve,
But in my mind, it’s you I miss,
Oh! How much our love will evolve
When our lives will dismiss.
If I die first, let not it be a blister
And up will be the position of your eye,
Let us not forget my sister…
Remind her to never say good bye.
If I die first, it’ll be of the food I ate,
Or from the apathy I feel,
But never from a fall onto the gate
Or the nail in my knee from that kneel.
While I’m gone, though, I’ll always pray
That you will never turn out gay.
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