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do you remember? |
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fingers of sunlight, |
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as they were caressing your face? |
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do you remember? |
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the leaves dancing in the sky |
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then falling softly to their painless death |
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the picture is there, |
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as clear as the glass within their eyes |
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as innocent as the song of mourning birds |
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birds who cry if only to live for but just one more day |
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to be like us their angelic faces bereave |
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and they are always asking me |
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why must we forgive... |
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if only to forgive, if never to forget... |
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read these words that are engraved upon my face |
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and then look away... look away...look away |
