You aren't forgotten
I shan't weep e'ermore
Slip under the placid waves
Disrobe the coarse garments of fear
Worry not; we feel your soothing presence
The loam crunching underfoot amid fall foliage
The soft perfume of wildflowers bathing us in spring
The kindly warmth suffusing freckled faces in summer
The zesty wind nipping at tarrying ankles in winter
The globulous drops traipsing down windows
Discard the coarse garments of fear
I shall not weep evermore
You are not forgotten
Rest easy, mon ami

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