Thoughts of the
Dead
Swirl around in my
Head
I think of all that I would say
If once more I could convey
The thanks and love I feel today
For friends and family passed away
My father's jokes my mother's love
Mean more now that they've gone above
I'll learn from this to be gentle and kind
Till the time when I get reassigned
Thoughts of the
Dead
Swirl around in my
Head
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