The future calls us but the past Still whispers softly in our ears, Earthly joys and sorrows last, And rivers fill with human tears.
Each dawn brings precious gifts to reap, The dream impossible made true And yet within my heart I keep Pained remembrances of you.
I hear the inner being call, "No longer in your grief do weep, Chase the demons from your soul And put old memories to sleep."
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