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In memory of my best friend Patrick. |
| You left on a Sunday December 25th 2005 You once told me never to give up on miracles That one day they would happen One day I’d get my wish Your body broke down Tired Barely alive But my wish was you My wish was that I’d wake up And find that this was all a dream You wanted to look strong Even with the cheesiest Christmas sweater on All of the gifts we opened didn’t mean a thing You wouldn’t be around to see them I remember your smell Your arms wrapped around me Telling me that things would be okay I remember it like yesterday |