| Your mother was crying
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| Your father passed her a handkerchief
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| Their tear-stained faces
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| Looked to mine for a sign of grief
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| A thousand raincoats
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| Always stand around too long
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| But I stayed to talk with you
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| After they had gone
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| The flowers I’ve brought you
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| Were beginning to fade under the heavy rain
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| Your name on the card had run
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| So I tried in vain to write it again
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| They didn’t understand you, no
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| They didn’t even try
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| I’m so glad that you left us now
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| Before you had the chance to die
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| I sat there for a long time
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| Expecting to turn and see you there
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| I ran my fingers through the long grass
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| Willing it to turn into your hair
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| And, oh, I’m gonna miss you, dear
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| But I don’t have to cry
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| I’m so glad that you left us now
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| Before you had the chance to die
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| And oh, I’m going to miss you, dear
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| But I’m not going to cry
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| I’m so glad that your life stopped now
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| Before it had the chance to die |