Funeral Home
Caskets Open
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Echoes on the stone floor
Scent of pain in the air
A small flame through the window
A look to past a look to sorrow
A place once knew that love
So distant now I suffer below
Two figures transparent
Thought they were those parents
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Ghosts of past and present
And to come haunt these walls
Where were I when you turned to this
I hate to have no memories