Will you not take me with you,
When you leave,
Said the little girl to her father,
Do they laugh in heaven,
Can they kiss or cry,
A man can surely,
Come visit his family,
Once in a while,
Can I write to you,
If I miss you,
And that I will
The proud nose turned red,
From shame,
He had taken the easy way out,
The body was dying, the spirit lived,
The funeral was not until tomorrow,
They whispered.
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