Are You Really Gone?
Hey, girl, I am just writing to say,
I put some flowers on your grave yesterday.
It was kind of hard 'cause
I thought I heard your voice come my way,
but I guess it was your spirit
telling me to let you rest
because on April 25th,
you took your last breath.
There's not a day that goes by
that I don't shed a tear for you
but all I can do is remember
the good things about you
like your smile and your voice.
Hey, girl! One more thing before I go,
there is a question on this turn table.
Are you really gone?
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