Who can make sense of circumstance?
When weeping skies interrupted the dance
Existence has been fragmented by time
Stolen from a child so young, so divine
Time passes so swiftly and cool
And takes with it no matter how cruel
Souls are shaken to the heart
But sickness will flee, the bleak will part
Revealing a child so full of peace
It’s your time little one for the aching to cease
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