To See (But Not Go)
When memory calls upon me
I sit to remember
Joyous or Melancholy
Awake or in slumber
The sights I have seen
The things I have known
The people I’ve loved
Even though some are gone
Now they look on me from above
For we both had loved
We both had known
We both had seen
But one was gone
So now I wait
Until I’m called
To be reunited with them all
At the end I’ll see them there
To love and know
To see but not go
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