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The death of a loved one. |
| Clouds fill the once empty sky The breeze carries loneliness A small tree broken by age Lies in a vast field of stones Shadowed by the tree lies a hole Figures stand around So many thoughts Echo in the bitter breeze Tears fall from the sky Roses of fine colors Notes of hope and heartbreak Line the top of the box Dropping into the dark hole Six feet under Everyone asking why A gunfire Hit by mistake What happened So young Too young To Die |