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Another day has come and gone |
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Like seasons of the past |
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And left its mark upon our hearts |
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A chilling, wintry blast |
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Those swirling flakes were snowy white |
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They left a crimson stain |
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With thousands grieving for the lives |
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Of loved ones that were slain |
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And in the distance you could hear |
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The weeping mothers cry as |
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Hands were wringing, disbelieving, |
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Pleading...asking, "Why?" |
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How could a single tortured soul, |
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When driven to despair., |
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Go spiraling out of control |
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And catch us unaware? |
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Some say love makes the world go 'round |
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It has, it does, it will, |
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But when such passion lose control, |
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The world stands very still |
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We mourn for all humanity |
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Whose hearts have turned to stone |
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All left in loveless deserts |
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As they wither all alone |
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We mourn for the lives of the innocence, |
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The daughters, sons and {man} |
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And won't forget to celebrate |
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What little time they had |
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Another day has come and gone |
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Like seasons of the past |
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And left its mark upon our hearts |
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A chilling, wintry blast |
