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Going To France Was Her Dream


Going to France was her dream,
But life is never as good as it seems.
Her life turned out tragically bad.
Now I am very sad.
She will never see Paris or the Eiffel Tower,
Or hear a clock in Cologne chime by the hour.
She was the best she could be.
She meant everything to me.
Now she is in heaven at peace.
My love for her will never cease.
I miss her so much.
How I long for her touch.
Oh how I miss her so.
Just how much,
Only G-d and I willl ever know.
Someday I will see her again.
Only G-d knows when.
It is getting harder and harder for me to wait,
But until then I will have to accept her fate.

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