THE WIND STILL BLOWS/FOLLOW UP TO ANGELS KISS
Ten years have come and gone,
But to us your memory still lives on.
We can just imagine the pride you would show,
As we watch your daughter grow.
At times I do a double take,
For she’s the image of you and my breath it takes.
Know that you will always be missed,
When the wind blows we still imagine your final kiss.
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