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Apr 2017
When I'm gone I'll be in the land, I'll be in the wind, I'll be in the sand. I'll be in the the leaves, and in the trees, I'll be gone but I'll still be here, you may think I'm far but I'm really near. Even your prayers I can hear, know there's nothing to fear. I want you to smile because it's not the end, we'll rejoice when we meet again.
Written on 3/5/2015
Rachel Procopio
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Rachel Procopio  26/F
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