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She’s so graceful And golden She’s marvelous And elegant Her favorite hymns always cloud the house I want to be like her
For the rainy days, Which made her flowers bloom. For the hugs she gave me, When I needed them most. For the years spent suffering, Before she passed away. For being the strongest woman,
Honestly, It doesn't really seem like it's been four-years Even If I cried I wouldn't know If I had any more-tears The only thing I want in this world only is just you-here
Those words would roll off my tongue Like barbed wire down a hill Cancer They say Nana's got it But I feel like I’m dying Like I've grown a lump in the bottom of my belly Cancer
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