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I miss the little pain,
I miss the sky, the rain.
I miss the snow in May,
I miss every Mother's Day.
I miss thinking about you,
You, who were so kind,
You, who never made me cry,
You, my piece of sunshine.
I miss looking in people's windows,
I miss wearing your black clothes,
Back when I wasn't your widow,
Back when I called you my Willow.
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