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You’ll never be forgotten.
lies you’ve been told. Yes, we loved you dearly, but we know how this will go. Your name will fade away. Your tombstone brittle, old. Pain, rain, time. Polished marble eroding, illegible to eyes of the passersby. Yes we love you dearly. And yes, we always will but when we tell our children, they will not remember. and your tombstone, illegible, will fade away. All of ours will do the same. All are forgotten. It’s a fact of death. No one will remember, the good times we’ve spent. One day, your headstone will fade, and all that’ll remain is an unmarked grave. Like many, the cemetery near the church, and they’ll not replace them, Too long ago. So while we’ll remember, others will forget. Just the way it goes. Way life always ends. Time heals its wounds, And it rings true for all. Forgive them for leaving, you’ll stand with them soon. But remember, you’ll be forgotten. Like the forgotten we don’t know, and the stories our grandparents used to tell. Tears cried unknown, parents of the lost, and dying. But let it be known that you will never be forgotten, in the book of life held by the one who never forgets. He will never forget, the lives we lived. SKEA
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