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The Time Will Come

how can one honor all our dead a living memory? a solemn prayer and mourning tears? all borne of reverie for each there is a time to mourn and not too long ago we gave our heart's undying love and opened up our souls for once there was a time we said so casually each day I love you so forever dear no fears of come what may and then there comes the day upon one of the two be gone survivor's suffering the pain are not the lucky ones so suffer all you gentle souls and pray for your loved ones for there will come a day for you when all your work is done

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