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by dona moo-young   Oct 29, 2003


As she lays down upon their bed
Her eyes fill with tears
To know that he is gone and dead
And she still has many years
And suddenly the home they built
Seems to be quite bare
A home they built together
A home they built to share
But now their home's half empty
He's no longer there
Her home is now in peices
But she dosen't even care
Now all she does is cry herself to sleep
And dream about her home
For one second he's beside her
But then, again, she is alone
She's lost the home that she remembers
To her it isn't fair
He's past on and left her
Her home's no longer there

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