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I cry out for what we had

In the bitter months feeling so sad

I see your loss, your pain

I feel it too, like pouring rain

Watching the candle burn last July with black cherries

Remembering the time when we were so merry

Catastrophe struck us like a burning flame

Beating us down, now there is nothing to gain

A memory is now dying down

The beat that was is just now a pound

Winter came to freeze our hearts

Knowing we are better left apart

Much Love Much Life