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"She's gone" was all I heard them say,
That day felt much like any other, How could I know, The pain I would uncover. "She's gone" But here She lays, In sheets crisp and white, While I stare in a daze, "She's Gone" "Come back" inside I scream, Waiting for death's reply, living in a dream. "She's Gone" Leaving memories, That fill me with a smile, Friends who without her, wouldn't be worthwhile. As I read her letters, Tears of loving rise, Thankfull for friendship, That lives still in my sighs. "She's Gone" in one sense But never in another, Living in my heart, A joy that's called my mother.
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