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Grandpa, I love you.


One of the weirdest thing you could possibly do Is walk into the closet of someone you knew To see those clothes just hanging around But the person who wore them in now underground How do you react to such a hard thing How do you even lessen the sting The only that bothers me - he never say me sign He didn't know where my life was going He just hoped that i'd be fine I'm more than fine, this is my destiny The only thing I wish is that you were still next to me So in this closet I look around Taking home the things that I've found Like your favorite shirt you'd always wear Taking it home I don't even care About that stain that ruins the shirt Its just a little food and maybe some dirt You were hardworking and loved to try new food And almost nothing could dampen your mood You loved me more than anyone could I loved you too but I should Have realized it sooner that you were my best friend By the time I realized it, it was too late - the end.
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