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Every weathered granite angel bears the face that I adored -
Etched in every marble column, thereupon her name is stored.
In this heart, a Hell of my own making, a forlorn forever
For myself to wait and wander, waste away and dream of her.
From this slumber never waking,
All of Heaven's peace forsaking,
Still upon the Reaper's taking of my soul I wait for her,
Dreaming dreams that never were.