limb has fallen from the "y Wee.
I keep hearing a voice dnt says, "Grieve not for me.
Remember fre best times, the laughter, dre song.
The good life I lived while I was sü•ong.
Continue my heritage, I'm couning on you.
Keep smiing and sutuy die sun will shine thro*.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at Mt.
Remembering all, how I btuly was blessed.
Conünue traditions, no mater how small.
Go on with your life, dont wom•y ab01R falls
I miss you a" dearly, so keep up your chin.
Unil fre day comes we' gether again.
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