Younger than most,
Not a lovely thing to do,
In fact its down right Chokeing,
To loose someone like you.
I've told them all I didn't know you,
Or remember who you are,
But everyday I would see you,
Trying to get to know who you are.
I always said tomarrow I'd talk to you,
Then tomarrow came and departed.
When I herd that the sun for you had set,
We all felt so dehearted.
To see the pain in his eyes,
He can't hide it,
Made me cry.
I told him I barely remembered,
So that nobody would find,
That once you had decended,
It was me,
Who had died.
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