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My sole confidant In my darkest times While everyone else is asleep Is near by the church I grew up in. He played trumpet - They carved that in the stone They placed in the earth, Nearly a month after he died - 3 days after I turned 13. It rained that day.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
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My sole confidant In my darkest times While everyone else is asleep Is near by the church I grew up in. He played trumpet - They carved that in the stone They placed in the earth, Nearly a month after he died - 3 days after I turned 13. It rained that day.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
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