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| Sad times are now upon me, As I stare at the empty space, Where in the past I used to see, Your bright and smiling face. God chose to call you home and though I didn�t think it time, My grief was overwhelming, Filled far reaches of my mind. The empty chair, that sits there now, Awaiting your return, Is nothing more, than a mortal�s hope, For bridges that are burned. My own time too, on earth will pass, And someday I�ll be free, To join you there in Heaven in, The chair you�ve saved for me. Author Unknown |
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