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Apr 2015
It's strange when people pass away.
One day they're there, the next they're not.
Where do they go after they've fought?

But back here we're grieving.
Back here confused.
It was all so sudden,  
we never thought we had something to lose.
BardOfTheNorth
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BardOfTheNorth  North Carolina
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