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Every day I miss her
Hair fire red
Gone is my little sister
Temper like a twister
Because the words I never said
Every day I miss her
I wish I had a picture
For the memories in my head
Gone is my little sister
The last time I kissed her
My heart bled
Every day I miss her
I know for sure
Because the tears I shed
Gone is my little sister
I wish death missed her
The pain and cancer filled her head
Every day I miss her
Gone is my little sister