It’s still a mystery <\/p>\n\n\n\n
How we can be together in peace yet tomorrow you are no more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How we can agree and plan without thinking this might be your last day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why did you go too soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Okay why did you not bid me goodbye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s still a mystery How we can be together in peace yet tomorrow you are no more. How we can agree and plan without thinking this might be your last day. Why did you go too soon. 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