Seventeenth May...
A dull, wet cloudy evening
Seventeen flames
Bravely fight the wind
As they sit on a grave
However much they try
They can't light the darkness
Your absence has left
Seventeen years...
That's what you would have been...
No more a little girl...
Not yet a woman...
How I wonder
what it would be like
If you were here..
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