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A blurry grave I can see, beyond my tears,
and peacefully rests by a tree, bringing my tears.
Surrounded by roses, lilies, angels and love,
The wind blowing free, drying my tears.
A voice echoing between the woods, calling
To me such a plea, pushing past my tears.
A woman, brave and strong, gone too soon,
Faintly whispering to me, wiping away my tears.
The world is cruel, unfair, hard and tiring,
Please, have mercy, and out come my tears.
