Cynthia, a dear old friend
Of the sister we once knew
As you go through that parting veil
A request I have of you.
I was so young when last I saw
My sister’s loving face
And felt her arms around me
And watched her gentle grace
You were one who loved her too
So I thought you wouldn’t mind…
Hug her, kiss her, and tell her that
We’ll be seeing her in time.
Love,
The Mays
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