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Created on: June 02, 2010 Last Updated: September 30, 2010
Mom didn’t bring you
home for me to see, I never
knew who you would grow
up to be. Missed all the things
sisters do, because I didn’t have
you. I think when the angels took you
away no one knew what to say.
Now I’m older, and I just brought
home a daughter. Sad you’re not
here to share our love.
Will you meet us when we die or
will we just expire?
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