Hun Hun Hun
When I died you came to my funeral
you stayed with me while they prayed
and after the service was over
you help carry me to my grave
when I died a pool of tears
from you came crashing down
but let a shy of relief was there from you
when no one was around
When I died you took my family in
and helped them through the bad time
you bought gifts to my children
and my wife a glass of wine
you reminded them I was in a better place
even though I went before my time
and you told them I had no more suffering
and that I would be just fine
you told them that I loved them
and I was with them no matter what
you told them that you missed me
and you felt this way but
tell me truly what is it
so that I may understand
Why did the knife that kilt me
come from your hand? HUN hun hun
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