Please someone understand,
how much i want to hold her hand,
how much i want to see her face,
but this can never be the case.
God he called her name once more,
he already called it twice before,
she new it was her time to leave,
so she left this world, now we grieve.
But no matter how hard i try,
over her, i cant help but cry,
you she, she was just the best,
so god took her home to rest.
Goodnight my nan
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