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They Do Not Leave


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 tears are in the gentle rain.
Their sigh is in the autumn leaves
They do not leave, they are not gone
It's only us who grieve.

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