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When your light goes out upon this earth, I'll look up to the sky; It will twinkle there in a million stars, Like it did here in your eyes. And when your flame no longer burns, To warm my every day; I will bask in the warmth of your memory, That will never go away. Then when your laughter no longer rings, I'll listen deep within; For it will be the sweetest gift, 'Twas left here by my friend. So rest in peace in the arms of God, My precious, faithful friend; You'll be in the joy of each memory, Long after your journey's end. Allison Chambers Coxsey ©1996
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