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The autumn leaves had not yet changed,
The birds were singing, bright the sun,
The springtime air was fresh, Electric
Not yet bearing summer fruit,
The first buds graced the trees.

On such a day you ventured forth,
and nevermore would you return
Your frail form by time and chance
Would lose a battle with the road
No more to grace our lives with love

Appreciation undeserved
you gave to us without reserve
And though your earthly dance is done
Wherever you have gone, I know
you will be welcome and revered

And all the love you ever gave
will be as music on the wind
that maybe, listening, we'll hear
dancing in the summer trees
and playing on the Ocean waves.