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A Field of white reflects the light |
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Of a rose upon a tomb |
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ON a cruel grey morning |
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Alone they stand with heads in hands |
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They lost one they lost one along the way |
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And they're still and they're still mourning today |
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Shed the tears forgive the years though it hurts to |
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Feel that way today |
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No one knows why we die so live through |
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For there is no other way |
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Some may believe in things they've never seen |
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Though we must wake we can live the dream |
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The reasons for the day no one knows |
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Still we take the thorns with the rose |
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Memories they fade and now I know |
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No matter how full the river must grow |
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Some may believe in things they've never seen |
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Though we must wake we can live the dream |
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Throw away the ties that bind you |
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And all that you have heard |
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And when you find your way |
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And know the meaning |
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You can forget their words |
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A field of white reflects the light |
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Of a rose upon a tomb |
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And they're still and they're still mourning |
