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I dug you up this morning and took you home. To have you here beside me cold but close, I made up my mind last night that heaven just can't have you. I made you breakfast but you would not eat, So I took your black dress off and washed you clean. I made up my mind last night that heaven just can't have you. The sheets are creased from your last day, A silhouette of where you laid. They'll find your headstone in the yard with your black dress and my guitar. I'll carry you back to your grave where you and I will always stay. I close the casket, it gets dark, they'll find us in each others arms From Letras Mania