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Last Goodbye

We sit silently in the crematorium You are in a box, a large spray of white lilies placed on top I hold my breath for to say goodbye is too much How will I cope with such a loss? I reason with my self, you lived to a ripe old age Inside I cannot control the sadness tears roll out of my eyes I watch as the box begins to slide Getting up placing my hand on the box I say goodbye

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