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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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