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by blackheartslove Aug 3, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Dying is a funny thing We cry and mourn those who are gone But life does not end when death comes calling We’re simply moving to a new home A place without tears And the darkness runs to hide A place full of friends Not one on his own So I wait for the day When I’ll cross the line And finally make the journey To the other side of time But do not cry when I am gone I’ll be in a better place And we will meet again soon And hold each other close among the stars