Missing You Forever
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I cried all day
To make it go away
And I thought that sleep
My comfort, would keep.

But when I woke up
I was still so sad
No amount of sup
Could cheer me up

I've always counted
My dearest friends
To be the best things
That I possessed.

So of all of the stuff
I left behind
My friends are worth more
Than a solid gold cuff.

--Patience Collier
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