Late this night she waits alone she tries to accept the truth.
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The pain is intense her heart is so sore and bruised
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Wishing that the sadness had not come for its claim so soon.
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One life is so short so many things left to say and do.
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Crying softly for the one who cannot return
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Through the rain she sees a face he¡¯s laughing in happy play.
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The face of a child, the child on a sunny day.
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