Dead Friends

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The sun sets every day I am sure

So why I wonder does this one pass me by?

Demons long dead we wonder

Scream back to life reminding what we cannot deny

Their songs fade before this paper’s dust

Left in a verse their ink will ever color

Those they touched, bonded by a spell of trust

Turning inward, look into our sky, we find our friends again.

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