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At some time within our lives
we all say this life is mine,
A path of Sixty years can pass
but in the end we must all define,
Just how many lives we touch
within those short lived years,
And why it is that when we pass
there is a countless flow of tears,
And even when many more years have passed
and your think your long forgot,
Someone will hold a thing you loved
and your life will then be saught,
For all you loved and all you touched
Will live beyond your years,
And as they read about your life
again will flow the tears.
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