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Ten long years...


Ten long years have past

Ten long years went by so fast

The smell of his cigarettes burning through the air

As villagers sat down watching on their chairs

The towns are near, the cries I hear, the people full of fear

They watched as he took his last breath of air

 

Oh how ten long years have past

Ten long years went by so fast

Oh how we will miss you so much 

I can still remember his warm touch 

The way he looked at his slip for the winning lottery

But he starts to fall, cold and still

Oh how he layed there dead and still

 

He looks at the people around him with a warm and soft gaze

Watching as they cry their eyes out

He told them not to pout

His eyes meet together, and his heart cold with chill

My Great Grandpa could not hear my voice no more

As his life has ended, but we'll see each other in the afterlife

He took his last breath of air, and layed there, cold and still

 

 

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