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Sep 2012
Hear the beauty of the world
through closed eyes
Seeing thought of memories
as I sing to speak

Watching sounds from my father
lost to the deep
Words full of meaning
In a world fed on hope

Pain fails to loneliness
from eyes that see no more
To ears that listen to the silence
In a voice lost to the ocean bed

Gone is the day that past
Gone See's a day from the future
Gone to a life in my cry
Gone in a picture faded in life
andy fardell
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