For years shining bright, like a star on the horizon
Yet it seems even constellations meet their end
Your glow absent from the sky, yet not from our hearts
For can you ever truly lose a part of yourself?
As a steady rain falls upon those who mourn
It seems even the Earth is expressing its sorrow
For even our heavenly home feels the absence
And it grieves as we do, with a heavy heart
Yet through our sufferings we shall find peace
And with this peace a sweet understanding
For when one leaves so deep an impression
Like the hand in wet cement, it shall remain forever
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