The stars shine in the night
One is not there
For he has gone and is now lost
As if a wave, he swept us up
But then receded and is gone
In his wake there lies but few
That do not despair at this loss
The birds do not sing
The flowers, not bloom
The sun may rise yet
But until then there is gloom.
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