North, South, East, West When will I see you next? South, East, West, North If I miss you, what am I to do? East, West, North, South I wish I can see you soon West, North, South, East Hurry back quickly, PLEASE....
I write in remembrance of memories of a Graceful angel, whom Heaven sent. Words flow Gracefully, inspired. Words filled the space with Gracefulness, aspired.
I write till the day comes, that no words can further describe, and no vocabulary can further define, that when she look into the space, and when she reads the poems, she will realize, the angel's name is GRACE.
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