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Funeral
Leaves falling down in the crumbling season
Someone's got to put the story to an end
Light turns off, dark burns up
The river stream down below from the top
In this funeral of our memory
Can't believe we've got the ending for such a story
While I try to cover up my eyes from the sun
I can't stop the tears that pour out from behind
So much time, so much fatigue
So many chance we could have take
And the wall never been tore apart
But we never try to climb up
We've seen things
We felt those feelings
We cried so hard
Now we step forward
poem
by
Alexander Foald
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