Fennen
The mind is fresh and yet I feelIt's time to mourn and time to reel
The father, daughter still have class
But mother, son have come to pass
First the weather, then disease
When will the tragedy ever cease
We loved them then, we love them now
Our hearts go with them to the clouds
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