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A river filled with tears
The Tennessee begs, pleads and nears
The point of overflowing banks
Flooding sacred ground of ranks
So many tears have fallen
As hearts crumble on the floor
If only there had been the nerve to say
There’s no love here anymore
Words not spoken face to face
Written hatred for so long
Actions in a cold embrace
End this drawn out song
All that’s left is goodbye
Stand up move on and sigh
Much Love Much Life