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It's early December
We sit in our daughters room
Looking over her possessions
Praying she will be home soon

Just in time for Christmas
Her presents are under the tree
Ready to create some more
Of those beautiful memories

It's now mid December
Terror has frozen our tears
As our angels face is slowly
Beginning to disappear

Our lives are a landfill
For unimaginable pain
As her baby brother weeps
Wanting his sister back again

It's now late December
The festivities have past
As searches for our princess
Are slowly scaled back

A knock on the front door
The endless fall to the ground
"We have news on your daughter
A body has been found"
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