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VOICES
VOICES
VOICES OF OLD TIMES,
ECHOS IN THE ROOM,
AS I LISTEN, TO THE SADNESS,
OF HEARTS, FILLED WITH GLOOM.
THE LOSS , OF A LOVED ONE,
WE CAN NEVER ERASE,
BUT, TO MAKE IT THROUGH,
WE PUT ON, A HAPPY FACE.
REMEMBERING THINGS,
OF TIMES GONE BY,
TO KEEP OUT, THE TEARS,
FROM, FLOWING IN OUR EYES.
HAVING THOSE AROUND US,
THAT, WE HOLD SO DEAR,
MAKES THE THINGS, IN OUR LIVES,
BECOME VERY CLEAR.
WRITTEN BY:
DIANA SHIRLEY
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