A Field of Sorrow with roses so red With one to remind us of each happy soul that is dead For every mother who comforted her child Lays Bluebells piled and piled There are happy things and sad things,good things and bad And then,there are the things that make you mad A field of Sorrow with roses so red With one to remind us of each happy soul that is dead
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