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It rained the whole day he spent at his lover's grave |
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Said his goodbyes to her family and friends |
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Packed his things in a rusted car |
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And rode off in the rain |
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Came upon a church in ruin |
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With an old man dwelling within |
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Who said, 'watch where you stray my friend' |
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Old man spoke of meanings lost and without name |
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Never shifting from their worn and weathered place |
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What was found in the endless serach |
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For truth behind the tale |
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Beneath the ash and ember lies only one story to tell |
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Watch where you stray my friend |
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There's a flower that grows in a cave |
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So lovely to see but need to be saved |
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Its' beautiful blossom will wither and die |
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If ever this flower leave the darkness for daylight |
