aint no grave
the snow falls quiet…
evaporating when it touches anything…
the blue grass i play takes me back to the first home i remember…
a string in my heart is plucked by memories of better days…
no matter how much i have in this world…
all anyone can ask for is someone to cry at their funeral…
nice
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<3
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I wonder if crying at other times is just as soothing?
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