A friend from yesteryear was here, A figure from an erstwhile dream. Companion of the times of sere Bereavement, how is it you seem To be with us despite the years, The many years, of death supreme? Companion of the times of sere Bereavement, how is it you seem In arm's reach or behind my ear? A whispery remembrance teems, To be with us despite the years, The many years, of death supreme. In arm's reach or behind my ear A whispery remembrance teems, And voices from the past I hear. Suspended loss; the eyes still beam To be with us despite the years, The many years, of death supreme. The voices from the past I hear. Suspended loss; the eyes still beam From out the photograph so clear. Sometimes I fear I hear him scream To be with us despite the years, The many years, of death supreme.
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