My love
Hand in hand we used to roam.
No matter what the weather.
Along the shoreline where we would sit alone.
Or the woods where the birds would beautifully sing.
But no more shall we roam.
For I have lost my love.
Now i sometimes walk alone
in hopes I will see my love in our heavenly home.
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