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Procession moves on, the shouting is over |
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Praise to the glory of loved ones |
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Now gone |
| [01:25.91] |
Talking aloud as they sit |
| [01:28.73] |
Round their tables |
| [01:34.53] |
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain |
| [01:40.25] |
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| [01:43.32] |
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden |
| [01:52.18] |
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky |
| [02:00.72] |
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment |
| [02:09.34] |
Possessed by a fury |
| [02:11.21] |
That burns from inside |
| [02:17.11] |
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| [03:28.65] |
Cry like a child though |
| [03:30.51] |
These years make me older |
| [03:37.19] |
With children my time |
| [03:39.07] |
Is so wastefully spent |
| [03:46.08] |
Burden to keep, though their |
| [03:48.31] |
Inner communion |
| [03:54.61] |
Accept like a curse |
| [03:56.75] |
An unlucky deal |
| [04:01.08] |
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| [04:03.57] |
Laid by the gate at the foot |
| [04:06.10] |
Of the garden |
| [04:12.09] |
My view stretches out |
| [04:14.00] |
From the fence to the wall |
| [04:20.77] |
No words could explain, |
| [04:23.01] |
No actions determine |
| [04:29.49] |
Just watching the trees |
| [04:31.48] |
And the leaves as they fall |
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