June 7, 2008

September 20, 2009
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The springtime breezes called him
Beyond the clouds above
And though it be with tear-washed eyes
We’ll think of him with love

The breath of autumn sweeps his grave
And leaves fall round his stone
As night fades into grey-filled day
We know he is at home

As we near his special day
I can his face recall
I think of all his happy smiles
And laughter in the fall

Our memories are his ghost
And through them he’ll live on
They remember well, who loved him most
To them, he’s never gone

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