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Mar 2011
The next time that we meet
It will be too late.
So I'll leave you
To your pearly gates
In hope that better days
Will be coming soon,
Like they always do.
It's not fair your leaving.
It was never fair.
I wish that I could here you say
Anything. Just anything.
Written by
Daniel Coleman
395
   Angela Nagisa
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