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His mother that would have been fifty-three

Her misery took her away

What of you

Out the window she followed it down

And closed her eyes for eternity

His words of sincerity silently I wipe the tears that almost fell

In the church

If I was a prayer I'd pray for her

And hope that she's found some heaven

His lust to infinity cured them of the insanity

But left a hole in him to grieve

In the land of the living, left him in tears

And braced the things that never will be