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Fondest Farewell


Ere break of day and dawns caress

Till sunset lays our cares to rest

We march and toil to gain what's true

With burdens many, respites few

And labor on with hope that may

In some small measure light the way

Of those dear ones in times accord

Who carry close the treasured word

Our presence left in some small part

Indelibly writ upon the heart

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