| My Brother |
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With a burdened heart and a troubled mind, I kneel by the side of his grave And I cry for my brother, I love so much, For no longer can I be brave.
I know he'd hate to see me cry.
He used to dry my tears away
You see, I miss him terribly.
Why did he have to leave me?
Oh Lord, please give me strength
Assure me that we'll meet again, |
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