From my bed
Not a lot will be said
Only from family
As they put me out to sea
The old-fashioned way
I won't have anything to say
So I'll say it now
In this present scope
I love you dearly
And I hope -
Heaven will allow
Me to see you again
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Author:
Stray Bray Jaramillo (Pseudonym) (
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