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The days slip through my fingers

Like rosary beads unprayed

I cannot live without you here

To be with me, to talk to me

I wish you could have stayed.

My life is like a melody

But the notes are never played

For none but I can hear the notes

So silence echoes where once you were

Where once your laughter rang

And silent tears from unseeing eyes

Fall unseen into the dust of ground

Where once you trod, where once you

Spoke and sang.

And I and the dust are all that see

A heart that is broken – and missing thee

 

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