I see a white tomb
I see a sun setting over the ocean
birds fly above, across a red sky, swooping into a stand of trees
The tomb closes, it's sound rings across the valley
Whose tomb is this?
How is it that I see this in my mind?
Like the Song of Revelation I have never known of it before.
And in an instant my confusion is gone
The tomb is mine
But who is the woman walking down the hill?
Who is this that weeps at my death?
Who is she to be saddened at my passing?
Who am I that she would love me?
A white tomb, a glorious morning
The sun rises brighter than I remember
But who is this that so distraught at my death?
Who is she?

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