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a song I wrote about my sister who died of cancer at age 14

Her eyes were bluer than the skies
her hair was yellow like the sun;
she would'nt have wanted me to cry
but I, I'm only human

THE SAINTS OF TOMORROW, THE SAINTS OF TOMORROW
LIFT OUR FEARS AND TAKE OUR SORROW, THE SAINTS OF TOMORROW

When I find myself in those times of trouble
my sister Jessica smiles on me
and I throw aside my pick and shovel
'cause I'm so tired of digging
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