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They stand shoulder to shouder
Forming a circle around the casket
Heads bowed in prayer
His daughter, the smallest of all
Only wanting the return of his life
Everyone there contains grief
Love is what I want
but I can't have
Constantly taunt
with a heart cut in halve
Hoping for a chance
but then afraid
Just one glance
and I would be swayed
I love you
