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by Jessica Sep 26, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
My friend, You, I did not hate. But the time for me to tell you, It's too late. One day, high above the clouds, We will meet. Which to me, Will be a great treat. God took you, And told me I must stay. How I don't know, But to you, I will find my way. Jessica Renee Sanders