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Comments about Virginia Klein
The first time she met him, she knew he was the one.
His dark hair and dark eyes, their friendship had just begun.
And as their love grew, she then became his wife.
She promised to stay with him the rest of her life.
She called him her honey and she was so proud.
Walking next to him, was like walking on a cloud.
Her honey was a worker and he had a bright mind.
He had a lot of friends, because he was so kind.
They worked hard together at each other's side.
Then one day her honey got sick and he died.
She's lost her honey and his name was Raul.