Save Your Sympathy by Francis Duggan
Save your sympathy for the poor living insteadOf wasting your tears and pity on the deadSince they are past suffering and any living careBut the poor living in need of help are no longer rarePeopl
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Save your sympathy for the poor living insteadOf wasting your tears and pity on the deadSince they are past suffering and any living careBut the poor living in need of help are no longer rarePeopl
People depend on it, they always run with it, they always have to run with it, they hope it would stop or slow down or run fast, they always carry it with them, they always look at it, but...it
She was blessedWith all your prayersShe would cryAnd you would careYou gave her sympathyShe fell in loveBut you always told her "You are my dove"She cried in your armsAs you held her tightShe
No sympathyFor you, For you areCorrupt, Leader though, You are.Go to the hellOr to anywhereAnd you areNot to come here.No place For you, For you areBlack in color.Author: Gajanan Mish
I am trying to say I love you but in my soul it; s not right; I am trying to show you I care; but it never comes out right; I am trying to make it work; even when I know its falling apart; Am by yo
'You can Die! Go to Hell! 'He flames and spreads his firewho's target does receive and burnand isn't well admired.I shake and shiver from distant groundAs the bullets impale my earsAnd ricoche
Love, friendship, and sympathy, Let all go together life after life.Let us be truthful for cultivationAnd the association of the truth.Author: Gajanan Mishra
My condolences can’t ease the pain, That you have come to feel.Nor fill the void in your heart, That often seems unreal.But it lets your heart know, That you are in my prayers.And when sorrow
The undaunted weal's for who the fealty lazes Repose these circle grovesThough mawkish and sweet and continued to see They too momentum the laden But when turns withal the thriving soundsOf chirp
You arewhat you arewhen it all wentbelly upyou arewhatyou were notget betterChampion.Author: vince gullaci
As the television played to an empty roomwe fell apart in the kitchen; cups of untouched, unsuguared conversationbrewed in my mouthbut I said nothing.You said nothing but swallowed hardand tha
In all sincerityIt is a pathetic pity I merely offer sympathyWith such velocityThis sadness born out of the blueThat decides to levy itself on youIn your fixed stillnessI sense your illnessAc