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My Funeral
The flames of the fire is rising in high,
My body is burning out,
Are all the memories washing out?
With my body turning into ash out.
There are some people under a shade watching my funeral,
You are also among them crying,
Will our memories in your mind become fade?
Just feel the dry wind drying your tear drop
I am in it touching you,
Just keep me in a corner of your mind under a shade.
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My body is burning out,
Are all the memories washing out?
With my body turning into ash out.
There are some people under a shade watching my funeral,
You are also among them crying,
Will our memories in your mind become fade?
Just feel the dry wind drying your tear drop
I am in it touching you,
Just keep me in a corner of your mind under a shade.
© All Rights Reserved
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