In the stillness where they rest,
The best souls who lifted this world,
They walk no more on the earthly floor,
Yet in our hearts, their echoes sound.

The stars above, their eyes so bright,
Guide us through the darkest nights,
Though silence wraps them in a fold,
Their touch lingers, soft and bold.

In the dreamlike winds and songs where we hear,
Still echoes of love left behind,
Not those who lose sight, always felt,
In every tear, in every melt.

For in the depth where shadows play,
Dance of time and light the way,
Through every dawn, through every dusk,
In every bloom, their spirit trust.

So we weep or otherwise pitch,
They live again, remember this,
Not gone but with us far yet near,
In memory, always here.

Their laughter lives at the end of the breeze,
In the rustle of leaves in the shuffling seas,
They are the songbirds in the sky,
The quiet watchful stars on high.

And even if their voices fail to appear,
Their love, like fire, remains so true,
One light that burns across the grave,
That time can never be shaved away.

Let us honor, let us mourn,
But yes within our hearts, we still keep dreaming,
That those lost do not ever part:
They live on forever within our hearts.

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