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Beside a quiet stream

Benieth a lonely tree

I swear I dreamt of you,

Waiting for me,

Where I had grown old,

But you were the same

As I always remembered you to be.

And you spoke to me

With a smile that said,

You were finally happy

You were finally free

And there was no crying,

Just the loss of my grief,

In the place where I found you,

Warm,

and at peace.