| Another day has come and gone
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| Like seasons of the past
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| And left its mark upon our hearts
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| A chilling, wintry blast
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| Those swirling flakes were snowy white
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| They left a crimson stain
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| With thousands grieving for the lives
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| Of loved ones that were slain
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| And in the distance you could hear
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| The weeping mothers cry as
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| Hands were wringing, disbelieving
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| Pleading… asking, «Why?»
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| How could a single tortured soul
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| When driven to despair.,
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| Go spiraling out of control
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| And catch us unaware?
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| Some say love makes the world go 'round
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| It has, it does, it will
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| But when such passion lose control
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| The world stands very still
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| We mourn for all humanity
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| Whose hearts have turned to stone
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| All left in loveless deserts
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| As they wither all alone
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| We mourn for the lives of the innocence
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| The daughters, sons and
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| And won’t forget to celebrate
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| What little time they had
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| Another day has come and gone
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| Like seasons of the past
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| And left its mark upon our hearts
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| A chilling, wintry blast |