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For Ma Phyllis   There’s a small kingdom,With many people,Yet unknown to the worldThat mourns the loss of their Queen.  
Street lamps and the last train speeding through ringing its arupt and startling bell "clear the way" it says to an empty road The night is dead
You built me For This I Am GRATEFUL You Taught Me To be MYSELF I Am
Here in a room, with a glass full of liquor. And crushed to know, I desperately do need her. Standing there, staring right towards a mirror. Feeling helpless, like a tragic bum filled with anger.  
I thought about you then I wanted to fight for you I didn't want it to end I thought about you then I wondered how you were doing, I meant to call, to tell you that I missed you
There was once a girl who had given so much of her heart away that one day, after giving her last piece, she fell asleep listening to Bon Iver, and doed of a broken and missing heart.
Darling, darling, eyes of jewels Kiss me once, deem me a fool Lover, lover, kiss of satin In your embrace, I am a madman   Eternal love given by you As a beauiful curse to me
These cold hands are stuggling  Can't get warm if anything I try and try again Only to get colder than The heart of this dead body walking I can't resist the coughing
Rest in peace grandma Joanne, You'll be remembered by every woman and man. You painted your past and your dreams, You sewed quilts at their seams, You helped the poor and healed the sick,
Dirt that hides itself underneath fingernails.Dry, cracked skin tells a hero's story.Years of hard work leave a calloused palmFirmly hangs on to pride and glory.
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