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Laughter will still sound,
even though you’re gone.
But the decibels will dip,
with some smiles, painted on.

Hopes will still soar,
dreams float on high.
But the altitude will drop,
as will the supply.

Passion will still drive us,
desire wave us off.
But the revs will decline
and the engine might cough.

Time will be bejewelled,
lives lit by waltzing light.
But the carats will diminish,
its brilliance a lesser sight.

Yet memories have no volume,
love no mass nor weight.
These will broaden, widen, deepen,
a true measure of something great.

written by Sean Ashcroft

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