| A field of white reflects the light
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| of a rose upon a tomb
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| on a cruel grey morning
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| Alone they stand with heads in hands
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| Empty thoughts, empty room
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| They lost one, they lost one along the way
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| And they’re still, and they’re still mourning today
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| Shed the tears, forgive the years
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| Though it hurts to feel that way today
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| No one knows why we die, so live through
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| For there is no other way
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| Some may believe in things they’ve never seen
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| Though we must wake, we can live the dream
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| The reasons for the day, no one knows
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| Still we take the thorns with the rose
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| Memories they fade and now I know
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| No matter how full the river must grow
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| Some may believe in things they’ve never seen
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| Though we must wake, we can live the dream
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| Throw away the ties that bind you
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| and all that you have heard
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| And when you find your way and know the meaning,
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| you can forget their words
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| A field of white reflects the light
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| of a rose upon a tomb
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| And they’re still, and they’re still mourning |