In her arms is where you are; in her arms is where your soul found your place in the heavens above.
I could hear her cry, "please frank don't leave me, don't leave me, you can't leave me now, don't leave me behind."
I feel no pulse, "why, " why now when we have so much to do?
We have so many things that are not complete; Frank I can't do this without you, and how can I live without my right hand? It is not done yet.
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