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please dont be to mean about how horrible it is |
| Inside these tear are memories, of what has past and what is new. The memories I enjoy the most , are the ones with you. The ones before you left me, all alone in the rain; crying my eyes out so full of sorrow and of pain! Now as I walk toward ur grave I think of the memories you gave and say you would have been proud, I named your favorite cloud! As the rain pours down im sitting on your grave in my wedding gown looking at the ring I scream I love you! and you left me in the morning dew, how could you? |