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Your mother was crying |
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Your father passed her a handkerchief |
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Their tear-stained faces |
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Looked to mine for a sign of grief |
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A thousand raincoats |
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Always stand around too long |
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But I stayed to talk with you |
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Yazoo |
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After they had gone. |
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The flowers I brought you |
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Were beginning to fade under the heavy rain |
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Your name on the card had run |
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So I tried in vain to write it again |
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They didn't understand you - No! |
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They didn't even try |
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I'm so glad that you left us now |
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Before you had the chance to die. |
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I sat there for a long time, |
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Expecting to turn and see you there |
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I ran my fingers through the long grass |
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Willing it to turn into your hair - and oh |
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I'm gonna miss you, dear |
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But I don't have to cry |
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I'm so glad that you left us now, |
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Before you had the chance to die |
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And oh, I'm going to miss you dear, |
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But I'm not going to cry |
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I'm so glad that your life stopped now, |
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Before it had the chance to die. |
