Time moves forward,
but you remain,
not caught in the days,
not bowed by the years.
Faces fade,
names turn to whispers,
but you stay clear,
a voice that never disappears.
The world changes,
seasons come and go,
but in memories,
your laughter stays untouched.
Not older, not farther,
always here,
forever young,
in the hearts of those who loved.
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