The eighth day
Of the twelfth month
Is my
Barbara Day
The day
When I light candles
For you
Who is and was
My sister
Celebrate would we
If I not here
And you still there
If we still lived our lives.
But death came
And nothing stayed
The same, except
My Barbara day
On the eighth day
Of the twelfth month
Of each year
When I light a candle
Just for you
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