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My daughter in 1994
They called you still born,
said you were gone.
Marked down for deceased,
3:33 at dawn.

You lay motionless,
no beat in your heart.
Inside that moment,
not ready to part.

So soon an end,
with tears in my eyes.
A soul danced about,
that never dies.

To the world,
you passed away.
In my heart,
your first day.

Spreading your wings,
was meant to be.
You my angel,
born to fly free.

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