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Jan 2015
sixteen years
what a short span
a thousand tears
this was not the plan

we were growing old
and growing up
and now you grow cold
it's much too abrupt

laughing yesterday night
to mourning your life
oh what a sight
you with that knife
rose darling
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rose darling  Omaha
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