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My grandpa used to tell me tales of days that were
long past.
I used to sit and wonder why he told me of such stuff.
He told me things about his life that I thought were
Funny.
I listened to him spin his yarns, Into the night
Sometimes.
We laughed ,We cried, We talked somemore, Until the night
was over.
I used to think sometimes that these talks were boring.
But now I think,Id give it all, For grandpa to be here.
Cause I cant think just what he said, Now that he is
gone,
But the feeling that I got, When my grandpa was near,
Was safe and warm and words that soothed my angry
Heart.
Were what my grandpa gave me.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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