There's no song to sing
that can speak the words in my mind.
There's no poem to read
that will tell of truth greater than one
Man who held so much love
from so many hearts
but his would keep on beating.
Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
the day my dear brother died.
I'll always remember the fifth of November,
and all of the tears that we cried.
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If it is any consolation, I think he probably held on just long enough, to ensure that you'd be taken care of. The timing is poetic in an of itself.
It's true, he's finally free. From pain and earthly burdens.
I imagine it must hurt now, but I'm happy he's finally free to expand past the small package he was stuck in here. May he rest in peace. He was a good man.
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-Lisa
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