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She meant as much to me as the sun to our dark and devoured planet ,
she is now gone forever without a trace ,
lost and never found , searching but never finding her soul in this place,
Truly the garden of Eden couldn't bloom a more enchanting flower but now she is gone and
this is my darkest hour , more time is left to fear to cower ,
what is here is now known as are April showers ,
what little light we knew now we shall never embrace ,
life is but a dream that our God creates.
Copyright © Michael Chapman | Year Posted 2009
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