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| Dedicate to Laura-Lee |
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| Torn by the tide of crashiing waves inside ur mind replayed the cries for help like a drowning bird But the message came too late Rest quietly in the comfort of God rest quietly my Niece For God will smite those doers of wrong So ur heart can rest at peace |