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WHY (by Vanilla)
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Why did they have to go? They were to young No one knew who they were They never got a chance to live, or grow I'll never get to meet them Either will you They are gone, never to be seen again We will miss them We will go through our lives and wonder what they COULD have become. Not what they became
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