| «It's an old turn of phrase,» she says,
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| Lifted from the golden days.
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| «Something about green grass,» I hear,
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| Greener pastures in past years.
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| «Oh, dear, you know how it goes…»
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| When memory and reality come to blows,
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| «It's getting so hard to just remember,»
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| Whispered with a sigh and a tremble,
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| «The way his smile lit up his face.»
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| Now just a frame around empty space.
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| «I never thought he’d leave me alone.»
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| Walking alone in an empty home.
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| «When I’m gone, dear, you must be brave.»
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| They’ll be together again, as dust in the waves.
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| «I knew I’d never last without him,»
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| She says, dreaming of her last ocean swim.
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| «When I’m gone, dear, you must be brave.»
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| They’ll be together again, as dust in the waves. |