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Jan 2016
These years were fun
And I must admit
I'm rather fond of the times we had
And it makes me a little sad
To say goodbye
But You dug us into this hole
That will be your grave
I must leave this life behind
But rest assured these stories will be told
And every occasion remembered
Even as I turn old
So i write on this tomb stone
As i head of into the world alone
The old me is dead and gone
Written by
Derek Wings
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