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It’s been seven months
Since your were taken from us, Gran
It’s hard to keep going,
I don’t think I can.
On the outside,
It’s all laughs and smiles
But inside I still want
To cry for a while
Though you’ve gone with the “Angels”
To a place far, far away
You’ll be with me always,
In my heart you shall stay.