passing away

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Sister, oh sister She is gone, but oh how I miss her I never got hold her Never got to kiss her I was supposed to teach her
I've played with songs, I've played with words, I've tried to make my feelings heard.   In all my life I've never dealt With being so speechless from what I've felt.   No songs, No words,
It is amazing How one thing Can trigger multiple Memories A scent A place A song  A person An object AAnd what happens To those memories When we get older 
It is said that the most Peaceful way to die is In your sleep. No blood, no coughing up Necrotic tissues drowning in Yellow-green puss. No open wounds or otherwise Physical damage
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