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For my late wife.
I float through the cool night air, My heartache is becoming too much to bear. I will wake in the morning crying aloud, Since you died I live life under a very dark cloud. God took you away from me in a very cruel way, No matter how I prayed he still wouldn't let you stay. The cancer won the final battle, though you tried so hard to win, So now I am left on my own, not knowing where to begin.
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