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Rated: E · Poetry · Tragedy · #2190083
what happens when a loved one passes.
when we die

our spirits rise

look down into our tearful eyes

and wave goodbye

they head to the sky

where they fly

like a butterfly

even though thy

are gone they are always nearby

they like to spy

when they sing us a lullaby

they are very shy

so may not see then with your eye

but when you cry

they are the ones to dry

your eyes
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