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CHANGE
They take away the sound
Of children playing
Next year not around
More quiet without saying
Already gone the wooden PGG tower
Tore it down a few years ago
Lost it's beauty and it's power
This though you already know
Gone the rose color of my home
Everything gray on this side
You're gone, but still forever roam
In these words from my inside
Everything can change, it will
The town, the house, the time
As I grow older I still feel
Great love for you in rhyme.
3/11/2002 1300 cj
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