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Well... This is it, the first quarter of my senior year is over,
and the grades are in. B,C,A,B,A,B,C. The last C counts as a B on GPA though.
You said when you'd die that you'd walk with me every day
And I'd start to cry and say please don't talk that way
With the blink of an eye the Lord came and asked you to meet
You went to a better place but He stole you away from me
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