Durring these times
I start to wonder
Theres the rain and the shadow
But there is no thunder
The others around me
morn and cry
While i stand staring at the deselent sky.
We made a grave
Right next to the other
And lay her down
beside her sister
Even though her life was paid,
into the light her soul will fade
We had no idea
her end was nigh,
So we stood there in silence
Our ill goodbye...
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