Oh foreign beans made of caffeine and love,
you never fail me.
What is this, a history paper to get done?
I never fear, for you will always be there
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You were so young when you were taken,
and I wonder so many things.
Did you see the lights coming at you
and see the angel’s wings?
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It's that time of year again,
when the leaves begin to change
and my feelings do too.
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Burning the midnight oil,
letting the light shine upon the paper
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He was society’s disease at only sixteen years old,
He was a nice, quiet boy who always did as he was told.
He never rebelled and never talked back,
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It’s another day that I stand here alive.
The concoction that I had cooked didn’t work;
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He’s gone now with a thousand words left unsaid,
Now all you can do is look ahead.
You stare at the casket, wooden and hollow,
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