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Jan 2016
Sadly you never got to say,
Always.
At the age of,
80.
Reading in your favorite chair,
Surrounded by your family.
But with the time you had,
Was more then plenty.
To make place in the heart,
Of young, old,
And future people.
Who's live you touched.

Your doe can now be free,
Always.
Your heart will be loved,
Always.
And you, Alan Richman will be missed,
Always.
Written by
WiltingMoon
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