Thinking of you all,
Today the memory of,
Your deaths brings sadness.
You should be fourteen,
Doing school online with Zoom,
Along with your peers.
I keep thinking of,
The gifts under those trees that,
You never opened.
Thinking of you all,
Today the memory of,
Your deaths brings sadness.
You should be fourteen,
Doing school online with Zoom,
Along with your peers.
I keep thinking of,
The gifts under those trees that,
You never opened.
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