The mists lie sweetly on the grass
A stillness enters your soul
All our memories are still here
And will be forever;
When we speak there is silence
The gulls cry unheard
But we were once here
Here, where you stand now;
And we shall continue to be
Even though you cannot see us
For time cannot ever take away
That we were here.
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