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Oct 2015
I still see your face, even in my dreams, some things never change
So it seems, it was christmas each day, when you were here with me
Now I'm talking in my sleep,could it be that my wedding ring, on
That left finger,hurt your sense of pride, or else why aren't you here
Now,by my  forever, by my side, tears I can no longer hide,
Sweet memory, now gone, they were the best days, of my life
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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