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Can a month goes by without thinking of you?
Not even a day.
The wound refuses to heal;
I still have memories of you in my heart,
The only treasure in my sight,
A melody that assures me of your existence,
Like a well-blessed father who cares for his children.

Father, your family has grown;
Many have been added to your family.
I wish you could see them all.
I miss your touch on my hair,
How you used to make me feel like a princess.

Today, I honor you,
Beautifying your resting place like the king that you are.
Continue to rest in peace, my dear.
_WE MISS YOU_

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