On the grayest of days I stood by your graveside there;
And shed so! many tears....leaving only numbness to bare;
As all those memories flooded back from o'er the years,
Creating some joy, but mostly sadness with all these tears,
I then laid down a sweet bouquet of roses; while I soulfully grieved;
And with nothing left inside of me....I took my leave.
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