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Dedicated to my late father


The end of April, a year or more for you.
Believed that one day, it all could be so new.
I tried to live by, the seeds that you had sown.
I never realized, but how could I have known.

Cold winds blow in the snow,
Time came you had to go,
I never got to say goodbye.
The hit keeps coming on,
And life keeps goin on,
I'll never know the reason why.

Another season, the day's already gone.
To be the reason, be brave and carry on.