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Mar 2017
It’s not fair
It’s not right
You shouldn’t be gone
We shouldn’t be grieving
You should be here
Playing your French horn
Being the great person you are
I didn’t know you that well
But you were my friend
It’s not right
You were too young
You shouldn’t of been taken
I’m angry
I’m raged
I need to know why
Why you where taken
Why so young
You’re in a better place they say
You’re back home with God
But why
Written by
Clarissa Wilcox
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