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Mourning sky on the final day My old white balloon flew away Was not able to have a glance Maybe we'll have another chance The other flew just too soon Just like the phase of a new moon I was not able to see it I was not able to touch it There's a rainbow after the rain Memories will always remain There is no farewell or goodbye We will meet again in the sky
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
White Balloons
Mourning sky on the final day My old white balloon flew away Was not able to have a glance Maybe we'll have another chance The other flew just too soon Just like the phase of a new moon I was not able to see it I was not able to touch it There's a rainbow after the rain Memories will always remain There is no farewell or goodbye We will meet again in the sky
#death#grandparents#balloons
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
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