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Dead and Gone

Dead and gone
your souls have moved on

Sadness cloaked the day
It was even on my birthday

Now every year
I shed a tear

Grandma in ninety three
how can this be

Dad in eleven
No turkey in the oven

November rain
My tears leave a stain

Thanksgiving doesn’t mean a thing
Man I still fill the sting

Twenty second of November
Will never be hard to remember

Dead and gone
Now how do I move on
Written by angelofdarkness
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