In Passing

It was an elegant casket
Where your happiness was laid
You flew your heart at half mast
And cried while Taps was played

Your friends laid roses on the grave
Then one by one they left
I stood there watching in the rain
Helpless and bereft

I never will forget the girl
With sunshine in her eyes
And pray one day you'll wake to find
That even heartache dies

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