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WHEN LIFE HAS PASSED,
AS ALL WILL DO,
SOME LONG..
SOME SHORT..
ALL FLEETING.
ILLNESSES TAKE THIER TOLL,
ON THE DYING AND THE LIVING.
THE ANGELS COME,
THIER TIME TO GO..
DRAW THE FINAL BREATH.
THIER PAIN NOW GONE,
OURS LIVES ON..
TIME THIS WOUND NOT HEAL.
DO WE GRIEVE FOR THOSE WE LOVE,
OR GRIEVE FOR BUT OURSELVES.
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GRIEVING FOR ANOTHER
GRIEVING FOR ANOTHER
