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An empty trail
Six feet under is where she went,
The brightest star in the firmament.
I miss her sweet smile and innocence,
Her delicacy and charming elegance.
The hidden sun and clouds mourn and wail,
As she leaves behind an empty trail.
"She is not coming back"the trees sigh,
As I close my eyes and wish her a goodbye.
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The brightest star in the firmament.
I miss her sweet smile and innocence,
Her delicacy and charming elegance.
The hidden sun and clouds mourn and wail,
As she leaves behind an empty trail.
"She is not coming back"the trees sigh,
As I close my eyes and wish her a goodbye.
© All Rights Reserved
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