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by Trinity Dec 11, 2003 category : Sadness, depression / about death
You may not be here, No earthly form to show it; I won't be able to hold you near, I will learn to hate it. But then I remember when you were here, I can't help but stop and smile; Then I remember and there are a few tears, It feels like it's been a while. So I stand here before your stone, And my fingers graze the top; I know your shadow will be my home, And life will never stop.
by Trinity
Great!!!