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Gone Home

At the death of a loved one,
my emotions run deep.
As I long for one more moment,
with the one that I weep.

Perhaps, I'm just selfish,
for I cry not just for my friend.
But I weep for the friendship,
that has come to an end.

I remember the good times,
and all the moments we had.
For few were the times,
we ever called bad.

As long as I live,
I'll miss my friends that are gone.
But I rejoice in my heart,
for they've gone home.

Now their days may be over,
for the end of this race.
But they've begun again,
in a far better place.

It may be years,
but I'll see them again.
Where The Son always shines,
and life never ends. 


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