"Funeralsareterrible", by AHopelessMemory
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"The lord is my shepard, I shall not want"
This is a lesson harshly tought
A soul so pure and selfless
Over-flowing with love, be fearless
Compassion beaming from the light
No one will forget that night
Blood dripping from beating eyes
And when lost, turn to the sky
"A Golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands to rest
The lord broke our hearts to prove to us
That he only takes the best"
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Posted: 2005-12-05 01:56:06 UTC |
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