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the roses cry
The roses cry, the crickets sing, people lie, Spirits take wing
The sunsets red, the dead tear is blue
When I am gone forever who will look after you
Babies grow up, corpses go down
People get hurt, life goes round
Well you are here, and I am not
Do you still come here, to my grave that rots
The moments of life that I have already lived
Were not as bright, as yours will soon become
So live life to love, to calm down the storm
To see what's truly important, to see why you were born
Do not live in fear, do not live in dread
For I will always be with you, in my heart that’s already dead
But only clouds come here to cry, for that's why
We were laid to rest, eyes closed, hands on our chest
Flowers galore, on our big day, loads of crowds, but nobody came to stay
I watched them leave, one by one
No one ever came back, after the day was done
The roses cried, the crickets sang, that girl that died, could never feel her heart break again

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