reflecting |
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and someday |
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in the quiet, when she's gone |
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i can reflect on |
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what she's meant to me |
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it has to be when she is gone |
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and knowing |
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i won't understand til then, |
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what I'll have lost |
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© Jon Bohrn (1998) |