Rosie.
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A fitting punishment in Tartaurs.

Rosie.

Dear Rosie, I'm not dying. Though I'm beginnng to decay. My nose, my ears, my hair, my teeth, Have all but withered away.

Dear Rosie, who wants to be eternal? To see friends fade before your eyes, Family sunk below the earth. A voice used only for goodbyes.

Dear Rosie, you're all gone now, Your death was a heavenly crime. And my penance I am serving, To live 'til the end of time.

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