The sun on my face .
when rhe storm clouds
faded away.
Now I can hear your voice.
So sad and scared to say.
But the distance cries .
Confort me .
After the last moment
I seen you in pain.
Your dying wish
was to hold you
after the pouring rain.
The look on your face cries.
Confort me
Your body died .
And the colder it got.
When i lay you down
in your grave stone.
The words spell out .
Confort me
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