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Sixty-eighth

The spring had risen and shone on your head
The summer had burned and wrinkled your skin
The autumn had fell in your brain
The winter had been your memories day

Friend is only you
I'm wilt without you as if a flower never took a shower all day long, life on desert
I fall again and again
I lay stretched out beside your pile of earth
Tear concealed my body asunder
Please, don't go!

Sixty-eight
The rain is pouring down in my face
The colours of rainbow is shining on your coffin
More to questions, yet more to believe
Finally taking my fist down
The time had come
Now that you're gone

My spring is your lucky weather
My summer-sweet day is only one minute
My Autumn wasn't your end of year
And my winter will never be your day

I'm shouting to the world
Where is my gentry?
Would it be untrue or wrong to say 'Home is where my family is; home sweet home', so cruelly
I just want to see a piece of sky

Where's your gentle heart?
Who is presiding over that case?
Can't you be more fair?
I'm just a little kid that don't know what is life for
I just needed them for one reason
Please, bring him back home

Sixty-eighth
I will be missing you
Your name in my lips will never stopping
Your face in my brain will never forgeting
There will be memories at my sleeve
Caused i'm loving you
Daddy

poem by Taylor Downs
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