Each Passing Day
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Jayne Louise Davies
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The siren wails this dark grey morn,
Amongst the sounds of early birds,
I sit her feeling sad, forlorn,
Writing down such heartfelt words.
There's nothing I can say or do,
To lift my spirits oh so high,
For yet again I think of you,
Those memories always make me cry.
For missing you,
Just tears my heart,
I want you back,
No more to say,
The love I feel,
Till end of time,
Will be with me,
Each passing day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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