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I do not cry,
For you did not die.

You are there in every breath I take,
You are there in every move I make.

I see your face,
You smile, then you laugh,
You take my hand- we dance.

The wind whispers your name,
So these steps you take above.

I read this poem,
In loving memory of.





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