
Goodbye, we say again, goodbye,
Beneath a sad and sullen sky.
A year has passed
Since you drew breath;
Surrendered to untimely death.
My judgment, for I miss you so ~
I was not ready to let you go.
Still, life goes on as well it must,
So I release your dust to dust.
Your spirit soars while tears I cry
Beneath a sad and sullen sky.
~*~
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