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Monday, February 16, 2004
Subject: **********My Love**********
As time grows near for you to leave,
God will take you, my love
And leave me here to grieve.
There never was enough time, my dear
To do the things we wanted to
For the years went passing by so fast.
So if the pain is too intolerable,
And you must go today;
I'll understand, my love.
I'll see your smile and feel your touch,
As only you could do;
And as a breeze passes me,
I'll know that you are near.
So go, my love, and suffer no more
For God has called you there.