Sam with the Skeleton Pram

There´s a home
Across the street
Where my son lived
With Mary and me

Now it’s empty
Just like the streaks
Where my tears run
Down my cheeks

How can the sun rise
In this night
All is empty
Why did you leave me?

Whom must I fight?
To get my loved back
From the night

There goes Sam
In the pouring rain

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