Death comes and goes,
Taking quickly those,
Who are dear,
But it is life we fear,
Taking a piece of our heart,
Sometime just at the start,
Sadness fills up inside,
We come along for the ride,
Angels tears fall,
When death calls,
Thats why it always rains,
To take away their pains,
But then we feel sad,
Then another death claims,
So it still rains.
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