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For My Father - in - Law
For My Father - in - Law
For My Father - in - Law
uttered above your head I could hear you say I'm dead ,I'm dead your funeral procession did you proud you stopped the traffic wow what a crowd then in the churchyard so many gathered around as they planted you firmly into the ground the cruel winter winds they whiped whilst we we wailed the crowds slowly departed we were left to our final farewell we all came together in the pub you used to frequent so many tales of the life that you spent
you left your mark for good and for bad it's so hard to watch a son carrying his dad there are no clever words no balm for the soul you are gone so gone the world feels so cold by Linglang