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Apr 2016
I see him walk by the street
after he visits the stone
He holds a piece of paper out
and that's the moment of frown
Pressing it against his chest,
he cries...
He cries in the rain
A sight so awful
hurts me deep
Thinking no one's around
he cries to the fullest
But here I am sharing
a part of his grief
I watch him until he,
disappears in the rain
cath
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cath
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