Anne

Still your weeping
Dry your tears
Grieve not for me
For I am near
Go not to that earthy mound
I lie not there, beneath the ground
I am near you every day
I see your pleasures, joys and fears
Still to my heart you are dear
I am with you - ever near
To see you weep saddens me
To see your joy gladdens me
So - hinder not my happy way
We will meet another day.



Vi saknar dig Anne. ♥


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