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Oct 2011
Thinking of You Is All I Do,
When you were here with me,
Thinking of You  Is All I Do,
So Happy both of us were be

Now, the happiness is gone,
All I do is cry because I am lonely,
I think of you both day and night,
And wish you were here with me,
Thinking of you is all I do,
Oh tell me how do I stop,
When you died that January day,
I only thought of you not being me
and my heart broke and stopped.

My life is but an empty shell,
it means so little to me,
this is because you are not by my side
and my life means nothing to me.
Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson
Written by
Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson  Evanston, Illinois
(Evanston, Illinois)   
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