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| In your staring, silent eyes I see... the mask of my mortality............ Your time on Earth--your breath--is spent.............. There never was enough. Lament..... | |
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| But we were with you at the last --watching, crying, wanting more......... I was the one who said, "He's passed." --now whying, wailing, nothing more. | |
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| Yourself, your name, won't be forgotten. | |
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| My son, your name, has been begotten. | |
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| Neither here, nor near, yet never far. I swear I sometimes hear guitar! Your life was such great melody; I sing it now--sing it for thee. | |
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| Rest In Peace Daniel Mark Gable January 11, 2004 | |
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