for those gone before
tonight
one angel drops from flight
this slight
not quite
a thing that's right
as tears shine bright
in our fright
so trite
wanna be alright
left with only this plight
for try as we might
we can't fight
as we hug our loves tight
contrite
we invite
anger to incite
from this failed delight
we're done being polite
this bites
like spite
or a horrible rite
returned to mere blight
still this candle ignites
a white light
in our sight
and these prayers we recite
tonight
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