As I walk upon this land
I think of you. I think of you
Crying as the fall wind whips my face.
I think why? Why?
You left me here all alone with no dreams,
No hope, no faith.
I sit here on the ground weeping as tears
Fall to your grave.
I think of you. I think of you
Geese comfort my cry, as I walk upon this land
You were my only comfort, my only pride.
So why uncle? Why?
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