“If tears could build a stairway, and memories were a lane, I’d walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again. No fairwell words were spoken, no time to say goodbye, you were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches in sadness, and secret tears still flow. What it meant to lose you, no one will ever know.”


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