It doesn't get better, you cope with the new you
There is no such word as closure, the hole is always there
You never forget, Why would you want to?
There is no such word as closure, the hole is always there
You never forget, Why would you want to?
One gift, above all others,
God gives to us to treasure--
One that knows no time, no place
One that gold can’t measure --
The precious, poignant, tender gift
of Memory - for it keeps
Our dear ones ever in our hearts,
Though they have gone to sleep
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