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Don't think of him as gone away,
His journey has just
begun.
Life holds so many facets,
This earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
From the sorrows and the tears,
In a place of warmth and comfort,
Where there are no days and
years.
Think of how he must be wishing
That we could know,
today,
How nothing but our
sadness
Can really pass away
And think of him as living
In the hearts of those he
touched
For nothing loved is ever
lost
And he was loved so much.
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