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Boots that fit one last time 
My hands to give for you to warm
Songs to play the choice we made
Steps so slow to hold the love you gave 

Silence of room crowds of eyes
Doors of pain voices of verse
Hands to hold shivers so cold 
Hide the day of final goodbyes

One last rose the hands to lay 
Cover of red to keep alive
Stones to walk written of cry 
Stuck the time black of day

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