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Crisps leaves resound

As my boots touch down

The closer I get to you

I feel my heart pounding anew

Where has the time gone?

I see it written in stone

Your name fully portrayed

For all to see the date

Of when you came and went

If only I could have

Wanting for one last

Touch of your body

But here is where

You were laid to rest

Or, just the end it seems

Of needing another breath

To finally live beyond

This thing we call death.