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HaroldEric
DouglasMat#8A319D
Feb 20
As my tears raced down my faceThat it happens in its own due season.Here I stand the fourth year at your graveI can hear the sirens now
As my tears raced down my faceThat it happens in its own due season.Here I stand the fourth year at your graveI can hear the sirens now
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as brightYou loved me; I still love you.Even though your not here with me in theShe had a big family and lots of friends
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