Things Come and Go
Things come and things go,
but life always moves on.
A little girl stood by a grave,
head bowed,
tears flowed.
Her father set his hand on her shoulder,
And told he told her
Things come, And things go,
But everday we find more to love,
Never replacing what was lost,
But never fear to fall in love,
The pain of loss will come,
The pain of loss will go
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