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Someone used to live in this house

One that has not lived for a while

Their spirit is not with us now

But their legacy will live on


Their possessions are meaningless

Keepsakes that have

no reason to be kept

Someone's interest are left behind

But still they will live on


In memory and in soul we will feel them with us

'Till our suns go down and our trees are fell

They will stay with us

And still they will live on


Until all trees are felled

Then who is to be the rememberer?

Who will


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