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Aug 2013
My will is to be shrouded by your love
A love, if not mistaken, as from above
Above, your origins undoubtedly so
And so at death shall again beckon to go
Go, I shall, to your waiting arms
And come, please come, to my aching heart
Heart, of which I have much for you
For you, my heart beats for two
Oh for you I wait patiently still
At the end of this aisle, this is my will
Taylor Vander Ploeg
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Taylor Vander Ploeg  Sioux Center, Iowa
(Sioux Center, Iowa)   
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