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We live in an age of petrified bliss
I hope what I say isn’t amiss
But everything’s past now
Everything’s fixed – not easy to dismiss

This picture shows your generous smile
A smile that lasted only awhile
For you were a wonder
Of lows and highs, of pain and denial

Will I meet you on the astral plane?
My double coming home again?
I can never accept
Losing you, never seeing you again

Memories fade and photos lie
Did this have to be our last goodbye?
You were my sister,
Soul mate, friend – but truths can’t satisfy

Those amber days, bright at the core,
Seemed to hold so much in store
But you thought, perhaps not,
And stole away – I wanted so much more