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For Lucy
Lucy died not too long ago
 Her time was up, she had to leave
 Now, I sit alone at her grave
 Speaking to the stone in grief
 
 Lucy glowed
 Oh boy, did Lucy shine
 She could make anyone smile
 Even when there were terrible thoughts in their mind
 
 Lucy and I, we were tight
 I knew her very well
 And no matter what anyone said
 She never wished them ill
 
 But Lucy had a problem
 Lucy was very sick
 At first, you'd never notice
 But the disease sped up, consuming her real quick
 
 I went to visit her every day
 Because it always made her glad
 No matter what procedure had to be done, or how sick she was
 She never seemed too sad
 
 In that hospital room,
 So very white and bleak
 Lucy and I would sit and talk for hours
 About anything and everything we'd think
 
 Some days she'd be strong
 Just like she'd been before
 She'd tell me she was getting better
 But, really, she was losing her war
 
 One day, I had a lot on my mind
 Test upon test, and fights with friends
 So, instead of going to see my Lucy
 I stayed home, to further my own ends
 
 But what I didn't know, was that that night
 Lucy had a procedure, and this procedure went very wrong
 Because of the disease Lucy wasn't strong enough
 So at midnight her mother called me up
 To tell me my best friend was gone
 
 So, here we are, back at the grave
 And I wish I'd gone to see her
 To tell her that I loved her
 And that I'd never forget her
 
 So, Lucy, I hope you're listening
 I miss you more than I can say
 Soon enough we'll be together
 And I'll tell you everything I wish I'd said that day
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