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Evenings end July’s crackling,
Sparklers glimmer, night comes,
Friends close the evening.
Another summer passes,
Red and white, so glorious;
But, you’re gone, tomorrow still;
Before our eyes emptiness,
Solstice without you.
A nightmare, a mercy too,
Still, there’s no you,to greet near;
Go on despite — live —
As you did, with grandpa’s death;
Later, maybe better words —
Can hark tearful tunes.
For now you’re gone, passed but this —
Is your beginning blooming;
Neither is it our end.
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