When you see me next
I'll be in a place
Mournful for our time
For death can't erase
When you hear my voice
Echo with the wind
Whispers the songbird
I will rise again
When you hold my hand
Cold the wild winds blow
Soar across blue skies
Knowing I am home
When you kiss my lips
This your last goodbye
Wistful that someday
We shall reunite
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