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What is Easter?

Let us look at this,
there is so much to miss.
A man with a job to do,
a father with a love so true

Blood to shed,
until a soul is dead.
People gather round,
can a dry eye be found,

Three days past,
a death that couldn't last.
A man gone,
becomes a God strong.

Easter may come, may go,
but his death is real, we know.
Now, dry your tears,
cause you going home is near.