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Home for Grave (part II)By the time she heard the newsThe funeral had taken place But still the sadness transcended Across a dozen states She wished the trees weren't so still "Oh Anna, my dear!" She could nearly hear him His words, sincere The last time they'd spoken Those moments in Indiana Felt like yesterday And that crash in Atlanta Would always resonate She wished the trees weren't so still As if the pines could weep with her She wished the trees weren't so still As if the pines could weep "Oh Anna, my dear!" She could nearly hear him His words, sincere The last time they'd spoken In the forests of Oregon Her breath grew shallow The air was fractured in the morning storm And Anna's world felt hollow She wished the trees weren't so still As if the pines could weep with her She wished the trees weren't so still As if the pines could weep Move along now, you're next This line won't wait for us Like Ian, soon Anna We will all fail the test Move along now, you're next Move along now, you're next This line won't wait for us This line won't wait for us "Oh Anna, my dear!" She could nearly hear him His words, sincere Keep us all heartbroken |