Jeanette
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Norris
We think of things you used to say,
And all that you would do.
At some point every single day,
Our thoughts will turn to you.
To lose you was a bitter wrench,
The pain cut to our core.
We cried until our tears ran out,
And then we cried some more.
This wouldn't be your wish for us,
That we'd be forever sad.
So we...