When I Left This World
the same breeze will blow
the same sun will glow
the same river will flow
and some more will grow
when i left this world...
some more will born
some more will die
some more will be happy
some more will cry
some more situations are their
when i am not here...
two days sorrows
and then no more tomorrows
after that all again
they go to gain...
on every death anniversary
they refresh their memories
just to show
what they don't have
and again they go back to gain...
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