In January of ninety-one the heavens stole you from me. They knew as I did that you were much to good for this world. The purest of air, and water, and provisions, were rejected by your body. They had no place in your world and you had no place in mine. What you brought to my life was a understanding that everynow and then God himself can envy and oh how he did. He had to have you, and I was of no match for him. So now your with him, two perfect beings solidifying heaven. I wonder if you gaze upon me from time to time, As I know he gazes upon you.
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