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Dear Yvonne,
They say only the living knows
Anything
How beauty like an evening past
Like sand through the hourglass
How hollow are the moments clasp
In the vanity of flesh grasp,
O dearest friend, we know
O such a little bit of it
For more of us is spirit
Than flesh
That shall surely die
But the dead are passed
Knowing anything
Of those who misses them
Like I miss you.

You cannot remember again
The times then
You taught me
How to knock on doors
Of human hearts
To cargo in our faith
Of gospel to the soul,
The joy of simple things
Like bringing others to the fold ...
Life was so sweet when we served
Beyond our pleasures need,
O was I there
To serve you with a tear
That yours was not a futile passage here.
 
It was our first encounter
And I wanted so much
To be favor with heaven
I did not tell you
I love your light beautiful ways
The glass sparkled like the sun
Before Bedouin's thirsty eye
For you were just the type of wine
That could cause a man
To be denied a passage to the kingdom.
I am holding to my strand of faith
And climbing upward to the hope
You will be dancing at the gate


I did not know even then
We would from one college 
Take a definition of ourselves
I did not know
How fragile was your hold on strife
How brief our little time
To ascertain the sublime
Farewell, sweet rose
Farewell
From the labor of the sun
Your petals withered fall to dust
But ever your fragrance
Lingers in the nose

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