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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