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The Ceremony

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Songs that our hearts, break,
that always make
my father want to cry.
Songs I use to chide
are being sung
as the sun sets behind the hills
and the ocean tide
swallows the sand.
My ears are reluctant to hear
the sound that fills

every inch of my body.
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