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R.I.P
I’m here looking at your grave
Wondering how you could be so brave
I couldn’t see you but I new you were there
I could feel you with every gust of wind that blew through my hair
I could hear you in every bird’s song
It makes me wonder why everything went so wrong
I cant wait to hear what you have to say
When we meet in heaven someday





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