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There's a man sitting here next to me
Where my sweet, funny grandpa used to be
I'm afraid, that he is sick you see
Something's stolen all his fond memories

It makes me feel sad, I hope he remembers
Camping with our family August till September
Carving the turkey each and every November
And Christmas spent together in the chill of December

He still smiles as he's sitting there
Just looking around without a care
I know he's in there behind that stare
I just don't know exactly where

But, I can remember for me and for you
I'll remember the good times and the bad times too
I will write them down, that's what I'll do
We'll read them together when my time is through

by Amy White

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