Ive cried my sorrowfull tears
Over these few painfull years
When hope seems to abandon me
I just cannot see
The good of life
Like an elegant knife
It pearces my heart
This reality
What's happening
The bells are ringing
My life flashes with her only in my vision
As she's lowered to rest in that wooden box prison
R.I.P nanna the great
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