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If my heart had a voice,    It would make a million wishes.       And, from each wish          a million stars would fall,             each one shattering the silence, cutting through the walls.  
This time is tinged with sadness And through tears we say farewell For a moment steeped with sorrow In the silence we will dwell   But when that time is over And we write your epitaph
Sitting on blades of grass which takes me to the sprinkler he set for us in the yard.   Watching offspring being given the sweetness of the sugary affection from their daddies.
You told me I was beautiful You said I made you smile You said, “Take care,” “Be happy, child.” I ran your hand through my hair You said you loved it short It’s longer than it was
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