A call to share the sorrow of a grieving friend.
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Come weep with me on this dark night.
The one I love has left my sight.
As pain from loss does bring me low,
And tears of grief begin to flow,
In arms of comfort hold me tight.
I’ve bid goodbye through sacred rite
And sorrows peak has reached its height.
My heart’s been dealt its greatest blow.
Come weep with me.
Come my friends my strength is slight.
Your hearts of love will be my light.
Fresh life will then begin to grow
And ice of death will melt like snow.
You will again my hope ignite.
Come weep with me.
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