Will your world turn gray
When I am not there
Will you walk to my grave
When I am dead
Will you cry alone in your bed
And will your eyes turn red
Will your heart turn cold
When I will be no longer there to hold
Will you miss me by your side
Will you search me in the stars at night
Will you think of me and smile
Will you remember me for a while
Will you still hold on
When I am gone
I may not sound naive
But I am worried for thee
For death doesn’t know
How hard it is to be brave
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