| Pale and drawn like a winter sky
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| He sits and stares into an unlit fire
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| Pages turned, not one line read
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| But scenes replay inside his head
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| Once her day was warm routine
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| She sowed the seed a home so clean
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| She closed her eye, moments in the Sunday
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| Now she blames herself, shame for everyone
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| Don’t look back — there’s too much pain
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| When you weigh the loss before the gain
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| Don’t swim out on the torn dark sea
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| To drown in doubt and self pity
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| Don’t look back
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| Stores away and neatly filed
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| Mother first then only child
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| Flowers fresh, stones of white
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| Sunshine days turned starless night
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| Don’t look back — there’s too much pain
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| When you weigh the loss before the gain
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| Don’t swim out on the torn dark sea
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| To drown in doubt and self pity
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| Don’t look back |