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Someone dies, wear black

The funeral is your time to grieve
Back to work, time to leave

An ulcer or a heart attack
Back to work, no time to slack

Something dies, a love you believed
People say that you are freed
Back to work, no time to pack

Deadline devours; your soul it attacks
Back to work, no time to slack

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Someone dies, enter your cave

in there, let your grief behave
as it wants, you are no slave

Eat from the forest all things wild
Rest when weary, Earth’s child

Something dies, a love you believed
The tribe gathers in your hour of need
They take you hunting, to get yourself back

Medicine man soothes the soul’s cracks
Grieve, until grief is no longer black

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(text©SurvivedNarc)

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