To Our Friends
To the Friends that left before us, We think of you this day Remembering the way you looked The things you used to say.
Some memories are old and worn Some memories are new We look at all the things we had Before death came to you.
And when we gather to celebrate The days that were the past We'll not forget to say a prayer To you my friends, we raise a glass.
Kathleen Russell June 2001
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