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So I am glad
not that my loved one has gone,
But that the earth she laughed and loved on
was my earth, too.
That I had known and loved her,
And that my love I'd shown.
Tears over her departure?
Nay...a smile
That I had walked with her a little while.
Sent to George and Barbara Bush from a friend after their daughter, Robin had died.
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