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When I see you...
Tears rush down,
With a depressing frown.
Looking at your cold, hard face,
Surrounded in a wooden case.
Realizing that you will be buried,
But those memories will carry.
Of us smiling of joy,
When I was a young boy.
Pushing me on the swings in the park,
Until we realize its dark.
Oh, how we thought time flies,
But we knew its time.
For me to leave once more,
My heart was torn.
But you knew since I was born.
That you wouldn’t live forever,
But I thought I would see you again however.
Not surrounded in a wooden case,
Not looking at a cold, hard face.
When I see you.





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