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May 2013
You stepped off this earthly dirt too many days too soon.
A brightly shining light burnt out, at quarter till noon.
A fortunate few there to say goodbye
to hold your hand, to sit and cry.
But why?
Why today, why right now
Why is it that your beating life was something nature wouldn't allow
to carry on and flourish
You had a soul to nourish.
So much future cut short
Do not abandon do not abort
this mission you've been given
Please, give us something to believe in...

But I guess it is too late
This sad truth has been fate
All along, your song
Would end.
Now to mend, the hearts that are still here, my dear.
I hear the best cure is time, so I'll sit and I'll wait
And remember this date.
As a day to remember your life and your love
To hope somewhere you're peaceful. Somewhere above.
R.I.P my dear friend, I will never forget all you were and still continue to affect in this world.
Daughter
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Daughter  OLYMPIA
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