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Ann Hawkman
Guest
How can is be true,
What has happened to you.
That you can be gone.
How should I feel,
Can it be real,
That you cease to be?
Don't you realize,
What you mean to me.
How you look, to my eyes.
How are you not here,
Here at my side?
Why have you been taken?
Your listening ear removed.
Don't they know, don't they see,
Just what you mean to me?
((Epitaph for my lost friend.))
What has happened to you.
That you can be gone.
How should I feel,
Can it be real,
That you cease to be?
Don't you realize,
What you mean to me.
How you look, to my eyes.
How are you not here,
Here at my side?
Why have you been taken?
Your listening ear removed.
Don't they know, don't they see,
Just what you mean to me?
((Epitaph for my lost friend.))
