As I stand by your grave,
My emotions run deep
And inwardly I weep,
As you I could not save.
As I stand by your stone,
In silent reverie,
You're a far memory
And long, long ago gone.
As I stand where you lie,
A faint breeze stirs the ground.
I feel you all around,
In all below the sky.
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