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Somewhere near.
I hear you call me,
crying, all by yourself.
I reach out,
take your hand,
give you something,
you never had.
A home, a warm embrace,
someone,
whom you can love,
and someone,
who will love you back.

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One day,
you were there,
the next,
you were gone.
Death came,
knocked on the door,
said to me "it's time,
for you go."
Yet here I am,
crying out,
asking "Why oh why,
did you go in my place?! What will I do now
when I have no reason to live!"

For I miss you,
every day, every night, and still,
I know, you are there right beside me,
watching my every step,
as I walk alone,
along the road we call life.
And I know that if
it had gone as it should have,
it would be you,
walking along the road, step by step,
with me watching over you.
So that means,
the life I'm now living,
is actually yours.

You always said,
that if you died, you
would want to become,
my gurdian angel,
but to me,
you were my gurdian angel,
even when you lived.
So that's why I still ask
"Why, oh why,
did you have to go?"

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