I'm staring at the wall your flavor on my lips I'm watching and I'm counting all you left me with flies I held your picture in the fan I spilled your drink and your perfume I share my love with those who join me In this somber empty room flies I pressed the pillow on your face You didn't want my sympathy you kept your love for those who join you seven feet beneath the trees flies
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