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I'll see you at your funeral, if you'll see me at mine.
I'll wait at the edges for your ghost to rise (until the end of time).
We'll find someplace nice to haunt, an abandoned beach house filled with memories
of summer sunburns. Children will giggle as we tickle their feet at night
and they'll never know the bad dreams we fight. We'll make our own heaven.
Walking in places we used to walk until death, dies.
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