the dead are my shadows
and they walk with me in the silence of the night.
silent, but watchful, they are my truest companions.
the dead are my shadows
and they cry with me in the softness of the dawn.
they hold me true, when I am lost,
they are my silent salvation.
the dead are gone, and gone the dead must be
yet never will they truly go
til faded from my memory.
and so I swear to hold them close
and let them breathe a breath with me,
the dead are gone and gone must be
yet ever will they walk with me.
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