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Our hearts were broken, the story is told, Without the sunshine
the world is so cold. We lost more than a son, a friend, and a brother, More than a husband, a
father,
a companion and lover. A piece of us all died in that car with you, We still can't believe it;
how can it be true? Even when the sun shines, rain pours in our hearts, What purpose brings the end
so close to the start? The lessons you've taught us
through death were uncovered, and we hold you dearer now
in ourselves and each other. The good things in you through us must live on,
We just can't believe that you're gone |
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