Precious memories stay,
When loved ones are sadly taken away,
But they live on in our hearts,
We are never really apart,
As they walk with the angels,
We think of them,
With fondness and love,
Hoping one day we'll meet again,
As they look down from that heaven above.
We'll never forget the love they gave,
And maybe when we hear sweet whispers in the breeze,
They are saying these words,
Remember me x
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