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I start all over again,

the laughter is gone, in it's place there is pain,

the memories are fresh, and the thoughts still hurt,

the words are still there, though now short and curt.



Yes this is my new found way to live,

For I know my life still has a lot to give,

the way it gave you suddenly one night,

and then making a lot of coming days bright.



I can see you are gone, but I see myself not dead,

I have places to go, there are things to be said,

work to be done, stories to write,

people to meet, they are all there allright.



So if you are gone, I won't call you back again,

so long sweet sister, it was nice to be your friend,

but were I to meet you, I'll say hello and shake your hand,

and if my eyes become wet, am sure you'll understand.