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Falling Tears
I looked away from the forlorn grave
 I was so sad that you passed away
 All around me, a sea of black
 People mourning your death with me
 I left knowing I would never forget that day
 Because everywhere I looked, there were falling tears
 
 The memory of you brings falling tears
 My face is now so grave
 Sometimes I lose track of the day
 Because sometimes I can’t turn away
 I feel your presence here with me
 In a world that feels so cold and black
 
 I stare at the cinders, dead and black
 And I wish you were here with me
 I cannot stop my falling tears
 That are so very grave
 I didn’t want you to go away
 Long ago, on that terrible day
 
 Sometimes I want to go back to a day
 Before your death, and the eternal blackness
 That came when you passed away
 Before so many falling tears
 That prove to be so grave
 So you can be there with me
 
 But I know you will never be with me
 For another glorious day
 Because you reside under a stone grave
 That was surrounded by mourners in black
 While everyone experienced falling tears
 That chased the happiness away
 
 So now, I pass away
 So you can be with me
 And my dead body provokes falling tears
 On a rainy, solemn day
 Around me, there is a sea of black
 As I am lowered into my grave
 
 Next to each other, we lie in our graves
 Undisturbed, in soil that is black
 Now, we will be together every day
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