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MY DEAR - Fredy Jaofera

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MY DEAR





When I miss my dear,
my days aren't clear
in the garden alone
so joy's been gone.




When I miss my dear,
now and again I hear
her ballad of sadness
in my own silentness.




When I miss my dear,
I don't know but here
I think of her gently,
remember, hopefully.




When I miss my dear,
I always write to cheer
my love all the time
that is very sublime.





Fredy JAOFERA