| Among the crying
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| She keeps asking why did it happen
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| Her lonely son now lay silent there before her
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| Oh, but that isn’t the end
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| There is real love, we’ll see again
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| Someday we won’t cry anymore
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| Someday we won’t ask why anymore
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| Someday he will close the door to sorrow, someday
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| A broken heart
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| Sometimes can be much too painful
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| We all have times
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| We question the second stances
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| Oh, but when our father appears
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| His gentle touch will dry the tears
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| Someday we won’t cry anymore
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| Someday we won’t ask why anymore
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| Someday he will close the door to sorrow, someday
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| Someday we won’t cry anymore
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| Someday we won’t ask why anymore
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| Someday he will close the door to sorrow, someday
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| Someday we won’t cry anymore
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| Someday we won’t ask why anymore
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| Someday he will close the door to sorrow, someday |