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by jennifer Aug 17, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
She looks at the calender, It's that time of year That she locks herself in her room And cries through out the night. Has been ten years already? It seems much sorter then that How the heck did she survive Every time it passes by. The memories when she was five Were the best in her life, Until the smartest man in the world Dies on Christmas night. She lies in bed all by herself And whispers to the wind, "Some day Daddy I'll see you again"