People always leave
And thats just how its supposed to be
One day they are walking through our door
Next they are someone who died and left us nothing but memories and pain to bore
People always leave
But we're just too blind to see
And when they leave us so soon
Our hearts are filled with nothing else but gloom
Death comes sudden
And we are left in a sorrowful puddle
Death is like a thief in the night
And we are left in a sorrowful plight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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