Gone The stars begin to fade. The rain begins to fall. The sky begins to turn grey. The sea turns ebony. The flowers begin to die. And the birds stop singing. The light at the end of the tunnel is gone. The butterfly's have stopped flying. For they know, this is a day to grieve. For a great mum has been lost. My hope is gone, because no matter how many shooting stars I wish upon You are gone.
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