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Death of a father
We spoke of dreams, I held your hand,
although you couldn't speak.
I cried, you cried. We laughed and cried,
though your body has never been this weak.
I remember your glory, your smile, your story.
As you gently slipped away.
Death came and we were never the same.
You lost your battle that day.
© ramage cyster
although you couldn't speak.
I cried, you cried. We laughed and cried,
though your body has never been this weak.
I remember your glory, your smile, your story.
As you gently slipped away.
Death came and we were never the same.
You lost your battle that day.
© ramage cyster
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