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The Day He Didn't Die

How could I forget the day that he didn't die
That day he knew what he was up to
He had this look in his eye
How could I forget there's now way
I could forget him or ever forget the day
And then the day after that just after the afternoon
It was the day after Christmas in his living room
He died on that day in his house- with his wife
Still I won't forget the day before the last day of his life
I really miss him he would have loved this
I hope he can hear me
I really miss him he would have loved this
I hope he can hear me
And how I loved how he lived how he was loved and admired
A knack a certain flare for life and how he had it wired
He'd never give up- he wouldn't give in
He had a wonderful way of living
There's not been a day, one hasn't gone by
When I don't think about the day he didn't die
( I really miss him, he would have loved this
I hope he can hear me
I really miss him, he would have loved this
I hope he can hear me [2x] )
I hope he can hear me...