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I keep hearing voices I keep visioning things But nothing that’s helpful Or livens their dreams The thousands of people Pleading for one more chance While constantly remembering What was said to them last The last smile that they saw The last hug that they gave To some – last second e-mails And phone calls were made What we usually think of as normal things Little and small Suddenly seem Like the biggest and best things of all So I’ll keep my pen writing As thoughts flow through my head And I pray to help someone By something I’ve said.
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