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Again I cry For those gone by Oh, somber day. Joyous were those Friends we held close Gone, far away. Robbed of the years Left with the fears Tis’ such dismay. Someday we’ll meet On God’s good street What will I say? I have missed you Oh I lived true Of you, I pray.
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