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Eric,the gardener.
For us, Eric was just a whisper
In the loud voice of time.
Like a leaf cut down before the autumn,
Still full of life,still in his prime.
His smile shone like the berries,
His joyous laugh was crackled,
He brought with him a friendship,
And a different way of life.
But then,as a gust of wind
Blows the leaf away,
We lost him from our lives,
On a bright summers day.
And Eric,what you were,
You can be no more.
And the flames of our lives burn lower,
With the closing of your door.
