The time you left,
The time I tried
To forget all the pain building up inside,
They way you where,
So weak, and frail,
Yet you smiled on through through rain and hail,
The time you left,
The time I cried,
That one feeling burning inside,
And that was nothing compared to what you felt,
Sad, scared, without help,
The day you left,
Just before you died,
You looked up at me, and smiled.
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