Tears ran amok to all of us
We had to stare at her in her black customed coffin:
A disturbing affair
and still we'll have those tears
when memories come into our minds.
But memories of her will still be within our hearts
And to talk about the days when she was with us.
But not much of a talk
We must let our talks of her to be subsidized.
Leave it behind.
Life goes on.
We know where she is
She's in heaven
Along the side of her
Is our lord Jesus Christ
I indeed say an amen to that
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