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To hold the love we touch
cherish it everyday
thats now once a gift
turned and led astray

To hear that voice singing
along the Mary lane
to have all theses kisses
what seemed to leave a stain

all those tears
the ones that never showed
are all the tears
that never flowed

My forgotten days
of when all the children played

every time we yelled or screamed
or if tears fell from our eyes
you were always there
with a towel for them to dry

this will no longer happen
no one there to hold our hand
i wish i went with you
to your wonderful mystical land

so i kiss you now
but still say no goodbye
for if i did
it would only be a lie

* Rest in peace mummy .... 10/07/07