Sitting down in a shaded place
Family and friends come and go
Some carrying flowers and letters sent to me
As I watch them and they don't see me
They all say the same things
"It's been too quiet,
It's been too long,
In this world without her"
Years go and someone new is gone
So now they wonder
How the world is
Without us
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