It took her,
It took her away,
I can look at the place,
Where she lay.
I miss her so much,
My dearest aunt,
She was sweet and good,
And that is what count.
She was taken by death,
He is called grim reaper,
And I still wonder why,
He is such a seeker.
Why did he take her?
She was so young,
We saw to late,
Her sickness come.
A victim of cancer,
And now she is dead,
On her grave I lays,
A flower so red.
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