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Poem 2 The moans of many are heard But none are there to see How this awful tragedy Crept up and came to be Walk around with your head down Thinking "everything will be fine" But some can tell when they look around All you do is cry But the comforter is here Standing by our side An' sure enough up there Our friend will not hide It seems that our life Has come to an end Over the loss of A dear, dear friend But hope we must have In the comforter above That he will have The same amount of love I know that in time Our pain will come to an end And we will see our Long lost friend again |
