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I STILL THINK OF YOU
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Days go by. Days go bye.
I do still cry.
I look up in the sky and I ask why.
Why did it have to end?
We were such great friends.
You were so young, so young.
Not old.
A story not yet told.
A song not yet sung.
This sounds as if someone young to this world passed too soon. Nicely done.
Blessings,
Lesa