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Oct 2011
Rise above me,
And I shall handle the passing.
The tears shall fall,
But don't you worry.
They will not be tears of sorrow,
But tears of joy,
To celebrate these peaceful Times.
You'll throw me a rope and
I'll follow you there.
Don't you worry now,
No more tears shall fall.
Ashley Bertram
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Ashley Bertram  26/F/U.S.
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