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 She was sweet, loving, kind and dear Her love of laughter shown throughout the day As she traveled from there to here Her name was French and meant winter water She was white as new fallen snow To me she was like another daughter She was my friend, I loved her so Her coal black eyes danced with laughter and fun And her bottom teeth stuck way out She was just like the early morning sun When the mists fade and let it out. One day two bullies came into our yard And took her far away with them Now all I have left is my empty heart In the place where she should have been Now she is playing in green fields someplace Where soft daisies and tulips grow And that same little smile shows on her face Like the one I learned to love so Well, Neige my precious little friend It is so hard to say goodbye But, I am sure someday we'll meet again In the place where you now reside. ©1998 Candalee Swayze Dedicated to My Neige |
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