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Evie, I never met you, But I see many things: You loved and lived and learned to laugh, The laugh that still seems to ring. When I felt your too cold hand, I couldn't hold back my tears. You shouldn't be there, it seems so wrong, Not laughing nor having no fears. You were born a twin with half a heart, Your brother perfectly fine. You did nothing wrong, just were dealt the wrong card, And yet you never did whine I dedicate this all to Evie, The girl with half of heart: We will always remember her no matter the moment, Keeping her in our hearts.