One's life is always the worst thing,
But one's life is always the best thing,
One will bless people with their presence,
And when one is gone,
Some will lose all sense,
Of feeling inside of them,
And they will dread,
The days without one,
They may follow one,
And meet one,
In the summerplains,
But some will refrain,
From dying just yet,
One may realise,
How much they mean to another,
And they will live again,
Just like a brother.
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