Sincere efforts of friends are felt throughout a lifetime,
even after they've passed on from our sight.
Life is so exacting when it comes to timing, everything
becomes a precise reason on a schedule, yet we believe it
isn't so.
Finding with every thought that we're part of a larger
picture than we ever think about.
Accepting quietly, we never really stop, always enjoying
moments together.
Bringing us full-circle, are our clocks of inner rhythms,
keeping us on tracks we know little of.
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