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Jul 2010
One final breath,
and you're gone.
This is it,
your battle is won.

Now you sit,
above with God.
Watching us cry,
knowing you're gone.

You fought well,
long and hard.
You didn't complain,
that He delt you this card.

The soldiers are home,
at ease and rest.
You did all you could,
you tried your best.

I'll remember you,
I promise, forever.
I'll think of you,
in the stormy weather.

For I'll know it's you,
when the sky let's way.
I'll know you're saying,
you're here always...
Jolene Perron
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