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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