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Copyright 11/15/00



I saw a friend today

And then she went away.

Never more to be

A living breathing entity.



Her essence will remain

And will prick us now and again,

But gone she will ever be

Yet her spirit lives on with me..



We shall meet again some day

And I will ask why she went away.

Then she can explain best she can,

Why she deserted us, her greatest fans.



It shall all come to pass

When on that day, last

We are called before the throne

Our records must stand on their own.



I hope to see her there

For her reasons to share.

Why she left that day

To go her own way.