You left when you were 34
You’d now be 59
You went away and left behind
This broken heart of mine
With your own hand you took a life
That all who knew you treasured
Your worth, your heart, your soul divine
Were more than could be measured
Your permanent solution
To a temporary grief
Extinguished flame, a precious life
So vital but too brief
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