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Below the tall elm tree,
I dug his solitary grave.
Never will he come back to me,
but still, his company I do crave.
He was delightful when he lived,
but now lies withered in death.
Never will he gladden my heart again,
for he's drawn his last breath.
I saw him in the night's darkness,
and in the morning's pearly dew.
Never will he walk the verdant earth,
nor traverse the heavens blue.
Drenched by the teardrops,
shed by the clouds above.
I dug a solitary grave,
and in it buried...LOVE.
~Rachit ~
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