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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