I thought I was dreaming when she first visited me in the darkest minute of that night.
She whispered in my ear, "Robert, your sweet Anne has returned from death for you."
"I told you before I died," she continued. "That not even cancer could tear me away from you."
Be she real, or be she a ghost, my Anne is back for my love... stronger than lung cancer!
WWM
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