What is it like,
To wake up one morning,
And learn she's dead?
What is it like,
To eat a Christmas dinner,
and learn she's gone?
What is it like,
To be at her side,
And watch her die?
To wake up one morning,
And learn she's dead?
What is it like,
To eat a Christmas dinner,
and learn she's gone?
What is it like,
To be at her side,
And watch her die?
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