| Dusting portraits where they hang
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| Tables laid out, flowers in stands
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| Babies crying above the bed
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| Bleeting what is true
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| Where we live is where we land
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| Silently without the clouds
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| Of your life and we forgot
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| We hated what you do
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| Come my way
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| Stand proudly for this day
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| Where people’s lives are clear
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| And friendships have no fear
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| Changing glances who we are
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| Other lives where all was (strong?)
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| Frailing thoughts of dusky wax
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| The things we thought were (sin?)
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| But we live, and we forget
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| Be admonished for the thoughts
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| We forget the truth (in bed?)
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| We hated their lives too
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| Come my way
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| Stand proudly for this day
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| Where people’s lives are clear
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| And friendships have no fear
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| Come my way
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| Stand proudly for this day
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| Where people’s lives are clear
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| And friendships hold no fear
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| Don’t (glow?), don’t (smile?) |