K-iss the tears goodbye,
A-s you endure the pain;
Y-our heart still aches,
C-rying in the pouring rain.
E-arly light will warm you because you still quiver;
E-ach gleam from the sky bathes you in every corner.
O-n fifteenth November
R-ays of the beacon begin;
A-llowing the hurt to stop,
T-ill the teardrops
E-nd.
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