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Dear old friend It's been miles and miles Since last our paths crossed And ages since our eyes last met You were always that hot bowl of soup To my winter-metal working hands And all I can do is thank you And all I can say is sorry Sorry that the past is so far away now And those days will forever be Out of reach For me The last leaves are falling On the tree in my heart And the last green one Is yours Clinging to the very top I tried so hard To forget you But you were the only rock On my sea of gray And the only one Who walked by my side I never told you how I felt And I never will Regret may consume me But not f

See the world without your eyes and feel the beating pulse of its soul find Life in the everyday and a spirit in everything For what can be made out of the unfortunate but for the wish of something greater? on the wings of eternity in the midst of beyond above and below the known But my soul is blocked by this thick, tough flesh scorched by the winds and sands of the everyday I can only see through two eyes converging into one image And perhaps the unseen space between is the sight of the soul Nothing has a birth or a death everything has births and deaths and the passing is merely finding a new beginning the passing is a