When someone close is lost, The line is inevitable said, That although they are gone, They are in a better place. *** How can it be a better place, When a better place would be here? Better is a matter of opinion, And better for me would be you. *** Days go by and I still cry, Wishing I could visit you, In that place that is better, So we can just chat like we used to. *** But life doesn't work like that, They move on and leave us, And we convince ourselves, They have taken a better path.
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