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Crisp is the memory
 


Dark is the night

cold is the morning


crisp is the memory
of
your beautiful life.


Pain now your gone
yet
Serenity lingers on.


The memory of all the years.

Wipes away all of those tears.



In Loving Memory

Beryl I. Lymn

By DavidRankinLymn

© 2017 DavidRankinLymn (All rights reserved)

 

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