Only We Who Grieve

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‘Tis only we who grieve

They do not leave

They are not gone

They look upon us still.

They walk among the valleys now

They stride upon the hill

Their smile is in the summer sky

Their grace is in the breeze.

Their memories whisper in the grass

Their calm is in the trees

Their light is in the winter snow

Their tears are in the rain.

Their merriment runs in the brook

Their laughter in the lane

Their gentleness is in the flowers

They sigh in autumn leaves.

They do not leave

They are not gone

‘tis only we who grieve

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