Buddy's memory
burns ever bright;
Underneath our sorrow, ever there.
Death, unlike the coming of the night,
Does nothing to the loveliness of light,
Yet dancing through the willows' tangled
hair.
Buddy lies beyond all
love and light,
Underneath a grief too harsh to bear.
Dreams may try to keep his memory bright,
Drawing blindly in the depths of night,
Yet none can borrow what's no longer
there.
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