They still live in our hearts,In the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.
They still breathe,In the lingering fragrance,windblown, from their favourite flowers.
They still smile in the moonlight’s silver,And laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold.
They still speak in the echoes of the words we’ve heard them say again and again.
They still move,In the rhythm of waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing branches.
They are not dead;Their memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow.
They are not apart from us, but part of us,
For love is eternal,And those we love shall be with us throughout all eternity.
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