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i’ll walk
hand in hand
with my sister
i wont even
have to tell her
how much
that i’ve missed her

we’ll play
with her daughter
in a field
of bright flowers
with one
of those views
you only see
from tall towers

we’ll reflect
on the clarity
that passing on
may bring
and we’ll
the time
and all the
little things

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