As I bade it all fare well
As the reality wind blew over me
And cooled to ashes what has been burnt
I am without her
She is without me
Alone, lonely, frail and feeble
Flowers fine
Memories mountain mine
I fought hard to gain
And very easily I lost
I made my mark
I gave my best
It was worth a try
Than fearing to try it all
Never laugh at my bravery
I bade it all fare well
I am without her
She without me
Life goes on
All that matters
To continue to show love
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