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Aug 2010
It's a magical thing
Death and its being
From movement to nothingness
Life without seeing
The motions that said you were well and alive
Now fade away sweetly at our last goodbye
It was your ears that heard and experienced words
Which I spoke and produced and that you witnessed first
And I don't know what's left besides what lies before me.
Though your body is still now,
You once led the path for me.
Written by
Griffin Boyd
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