You are someone I could talk to,And on whom I could depend,
You were more than just my sister,
You were also my best friend.
I seldom ask for miracles,
But today just one will do,
To have the front door open,
And have Denise walk through.
You've gone where we can't see you.
Your voice we cannot hear.
I believe you walk beside us.
Never absent. Always near.
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