| By the time she heard the news
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| The funeral had taken place
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| But still the sadness transcended
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| Across a dozen states
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| She wished the trees weren’t so still
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| «Oh Anna, my dear!»
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| She could nearly hear him
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| His words, sincere
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| The last time they’d spoken
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| Those moments in Indiana
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| Felt like yesterday
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| And that crash in Atlanta
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| Would always resonate
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| She wished the trees weren’t so still
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| As if the pines could weep with her
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| She wished the trees weren’t so still
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| As if the pines could weep
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| «Oh Anna, my dear!»
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| She could nearly hear him
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| His words, sincere
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| The last time they’d spoken
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| In the forests of Oregon
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| Her breath grew shallow
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| The air was fractured in the morning storm
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| And Anna’s world felt hollow
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| She wished the trees weren’t so still
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| As if the pines could weep with her
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| She wished the trees weren’t so still
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| As if the pines could weep
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| Move along now, you’re next
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| This line won’t wait for us
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| Like Ian, soon Anna
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| We will all fail the test
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| Move along now, you’re next
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| Move along now, you’re next
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| This line won’t wait for us
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| This line won’t wait for us
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| «Oh Anna, my dear!»
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| She could nearly hear him
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| His words, sincere
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| Keep us all heartbroken |