The sparkle in her eyes,                                                            ­                      
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get fainter every day,                                                             ­                     
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no one can deny,                                                            ­                                                      
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that she's fading away                                                             ­                           
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Sometimes she doesn't speak,                                                           ­           
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there're times she won't eat                                                              ­                          
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We watch her grow weak,                                                            ­                  
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as we tend to her needs                                                            ­                  
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There're days she lays in bed all day,                                                             ­ 
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up inside her head it's okay                                                             ­               
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Her memories become a haze,                                                            ­          
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bringing smiles that quickly fade                                                             ­         
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I wonder what she's thinking today,                                                           ­ 
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you never know what she'll say                                                              ­          
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Her skin like tissues in my hands,                                                           ­     
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she says things we don't understand                                                       ­     
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  We all love her the best we can,                                                             ­ 
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she is such a strong woman                                                            ­                
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  Pict­ures of family on the wall,                                                            ­        
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  nursing station down the hall                                                             ­           
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We can't invoke new memories                                                         ­                                       
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but that doesn't stop us from trying                                                           ­ 
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Some day's we feel like crying,                                                          ­          
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while we love her while she's dying