
Our hearts are heavy, pulled into the earth like a stone.
The swing is straight and still, strung to the ground like a plumb.
Their absence penetrates all the busy places with silence once more.
Goodbye dear children … please, oh please come again.

Our hearts are heavy, pulled into the earth like a stone.
The swing is straight and still, strung to the ground like a plumb.
Their absence penetrates all the busy places with silence once more.
Goodbye dear children … please, oh please come again.
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