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I don't know how it happened How you dissapeared One minute here The next Gone You hit the person in front of you We all assumed you didn't do it We made up stories
This is the place where  shuddering shoulders wear a vacancy sign but the reception desk is empty.   This is my house  and us seven found a home when we wished on every star to be sheltered.  
You used to sing James Blunt's song In 10th grade Lit class Now the song's painful to hear
Your memory is painful Because you're not here Three years later it still hurts
You kind spirit, I have befriend, Must now meet Your untimely end. Do not cry out. There is no pain, No unease, no strife, You may continue your reign On in the afterlife.
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