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Love of mine,someday you will die,but I'll be close behind,and I'll follow you into the dark.No blinding light,or tunnels to gates of white,just our hands clasped so tight,waiting for the hint of a spark.
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied,and illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs,if there is no one beside you,when your soul embarks,then I'll follow you into the dark.