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The Road We Abide
Death is no ending,
Only a bend in
The road we abide On which joy
and strife
Are but hills and depressions,
Peaks and recessions
And closeness increases
As further we ride.
So take heart, dear traveler,
And company behind In memory that holds us
And love that reminds --
For these are eternal
And sorrow is brief
When distance we question
And nearness believe.
... for Franny ..
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