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Remember, remember, thats all I need to do,


I can't recall anything except that your eyes are blue.


I heard stories that I sang to you when you took your last breath,


But I cant believe I don't remember the stench of certain death.


So even though I may not remember you or what you have done,


I dedicate this poem to you, for your journey has just begun. 

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