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I can't go in there and relive the day when I said goodbye when I gave you away to vast darkness that circled your head the night before as you went to bed I can't go in there and look at the seat where i sat crying looking down at my feet as the pastor prayed and memories were told I watched your life Like paper, unfold I can't go in there and bring up the past there's too much dust my lungs would collapse |