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The key is too remember them as they were.
Not how they have become.

Every laugh hold it in your heart,
Every tear keep it in your body.
Hold it in your soul and make each moment last.

When thier gone they still remember you,
Bitter you may become, souless you may feel.
As the wind seems to sing thier song,
No one can hear your pain but your mind.

Remember the body of the dying is but a shell.
Have no regret, feel the sadness you need too.
No one can take away the memories you have of them.
The imprint on your book of life.

The song your heart sang when they were near.

Dream of them and you will see,
Thier death was of thier shell,

Not of thier soul.



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On Tuesday September 16th, 2008, urbanhumility (1369) writes:
you have given me "solace" today.....i thank you for these cunningly deep words..........well done.........urban


On Tuesday September 16th, 2008, Alanarchy (1697) writes:
Well said.


On Tuesday September 16th, 2008, Lylani (130) writes:
This is so sad, and so eloquently expressed. You capture the feeling of loosing a loved one so well, the hope at the end is beautiful "Dream of them and you will see, Thier death was of thier shell, Not of thier soul."



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