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by Rita Allen
God needed a special angel, One loving good and kind; And so He chose my cystic friend, And left all pain behind.
The tears I shed were many, Our hearts' were filled with pain; But our lose upon this earth, Was surely Heavens' gain.
And though her heart no longer beats, Her memory lives within; For time can never erase the love; For cystic and best-friend. |
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