your mother was crying
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your father passed her a handkerchief
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their tear-stained faces
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looked to mine for a sign of grief
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a thousand raincoats
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always stand around too long
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but i stayed to talk with you
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after they had gone.
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the flowers i brought you
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were beginning to fade under the heavy rain
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your name on the card had run
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so i tried in vain to write it again
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they didn't understand you - no!
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they didn't even try
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i'm so glad that you left us now
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before you had the chance to die.
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i sat there for a long time,
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expecting to turn and see you there
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i ran my fingers through the long grass
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willing it to turn into your hair - and oh
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i'm gonna miss you, dear
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but i don't have to cry
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i'm so glad that you left us now,
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before you had the chance to die
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and oh, i'm going to miss you dear,
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but i'm not going to cry
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i'm so glad that your life stopped now,
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before it had the chance to die.
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And on
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Yaz |