They all love me now....
I lay still
Still I lay
While they look down at me
I am dressed in satin.
With my hair just so
And a rose within my grasp
Their eyes do cry
They cry from their eyes
While they sit to talk about me
Memories are shared
I am very fair
Laying under the sheet
They spoke nice words
Nice words they spoke
But never when I was there
I was told to do it
I was all alone
They told me to kill myself
I am gone
Gone I am
Everyone loves me now
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