When I heard the song from the riverbank
I thought it was a song that would last forever
I fueled the boat and saved my tank
She was already going when I got to the river
They were faraway
The rhythm of the drum and the guitar
Calling her but she couldn't hear my say
Don't go yet, use with me please; the winter
World will miss your songs and page
Stay with me, with your younger face
If not for the ages that cage
I would have told you to dwell in this place
You are gone but not your name
Your name will be written everywhere
When you are gone, my songs cannot be the same
But I will be remembering you every year.
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A well expressed epitaph, Tosin...10++++