Annual meeting

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Flowers fall as the walls come down

And still the world turns round and round

Way up above the clouds

The stars stop hiding

And the moon comes out

She blinks her eyes

Letting loose the tears she cries

Kneeling down at his side

She touches the dirt

Murmurs his worth

Then shouts it out for the world to hear

"I'll never leave you, dear"

And so each Fall

As the date draws near

You can find her there

In the cemetery where

They laid him down

Down, in the ground

Underneath the tress

She whispers "please

Please, come back to me"



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