And when your golden curls have turned to red,
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when your eyes have lost all their light find strength in my life.
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Enough white to kindle a massacre of poems.
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At least tremble enough that I may flame in your green array,
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all these years, the battle of each grievous day.
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Perhaps then those beautiful tears will overcome...
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I almost wrecked this morning in about the same place my mother called me
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the day she found out,
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I hydroplaned going about 42 miles per hour.
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I wasn't scared or anything it was very strange.
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I had a moment in time and space,
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all to myself to think.
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To die then would mean to be with my sister, but if I had then I would have
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missed out on this dream I've had for so long.
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It just goes to show what a girl like Erin with an enormous heart and a
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talent to make the world smile could have done if she was still alive.
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It sounds strange, but Erin couldn't have lived out her dreams on Earth, so
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now I must make it a point,
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so now it's my job to live them out for her and let the world know what a
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wonderful person it will never get to meet.
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A Gray A.M. You Will Never Get To See
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| Glass Casket |
