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All my life she was here

No matter where she felt so near

Back in an hour or back in a day

with none of these, did she feel away

Its like she's still at the store

or coming right back through the door

Shes not gone, somehow she's stayed

Despite the empty summer days

Her room is vacant and clothing cold

But she's still here, up until we're old

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