Little Faces
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The nights have been lonely,
the days I just get by.
Sometimes I often wonder,
why I even try.
When I think of your face,
and i'm colder still.
To remember the happy times,
takes all my will.
I'm trying to move on,
with whats left of my life.
Getting used to the fact,
I'm not your wife.
When I feel my lifes over,
those little faces appear.
To say Mommy we love you,
then my life is clear.
by...
Debbie
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