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There is a light that hits the gloom around |
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Shows the footprints 'round this grave |
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Dried up roses scattered on the mound |
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Honoring the one engraved |
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Will ever the morning carry away |
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The souls of those for whom we cry? |
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Leaving, grieving, seeking, meeting |
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Binding, unwinding, sighing, "You" |
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Black procession through the narrow aisles |
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Another's gone for all to see |
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Near the site for one who lost his trials |
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Sleeping 'neath the ground is me |
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Still day beneath the sun |
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Asking you who is the one |
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And when the day is late |
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We know who must forever wait |
