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When I Held Her Last: Sitting underneat the willow tree. Why was she taken away from me? I started thinking about the past. When I held my baby last. Even though it's been a while. I still miss her gorgeous smile. Even though i'ts been so long. She will always be my first love. When I held her last, I held her tight. Wishing I could have held her all night. When I held her last, her soft skin. Not knowing this would be the end.
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