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2 look upon da sky,
n c it gray,
not da vivid blu
but da fog tat shrouds it..

u throw away ur possesions,
nockin them down,
out of anger...
u rampage against da wall,
u crouch down banging ur head,
n shout 2 urself 'y?

ur heart breaks,
it crushes..
it weeps for da burden it carries..
it weeps from da fire tat burns it..
ur heart broken...
ur thoughts r clouded wif sorrow,
n distress...
tere is endless of misery....

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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