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HOW I MISS YOU MY DEAR FRIEND
THE WAY YOU WOULD COME SIT ON MY SHOULDER
LISTEN TO ME
SOMETIMES TALK TO ME

I WOULD WATCH YOU WANTED NOTHING FROM ME NO NOTHING
YOU WHERE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME ,MY DAYS HAVE BEEN LONLEY SINCE YOUR PASSING
I MISS THE THINGS YOU WOULD TALK ABOUT

LITTLE THINGS THAT YOU WOULD DO
LIKE PLAYING WITH THE PENNIES AND THROW THEM ON THE FLOOR
THEN YOU WOULD FLY DOWN AND TRY TO COLLECT THEM ALL
THE WAY YOU TALKED AND PLAYED

WITH YOUR PLATIC PALS
TRYING TO FEED THEM WITH YOUR SEED
THIS WOULD ALL WAYS MAKE ME LAUGHT
THE WAY YOU TALK SO GOOD

I MISS YOU YOUR MY PAL
I WOULD LOVE YOU TO COME BACK
I NOW THIS CANNOT BE
SO REST IN PEACE MY SPECIAL PAL
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Posted: May 2013

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