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You will never see Graduation or Children Were you proud of me Two generations Seperated by death, now, United by love Father and Son both Seperated by chance Together through you Souls ascend leaving shattered hearts in their wake fragments of dreams and hopes…

In the house of the dead No souls Rest Tears and Laughter mix Like fire and water or water and oil Uneasy in a shared existance yet both essential two sides of a coin Life and Death Enchained together