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The dead are never gone.
We bury their bodies in the dust,
and carry their faces around with us.

I am not left behind.
I am left to move forward.

Though my shoulders grow heavy,
and my steps grow long,
I keep moving on.

The old man's gone
but, he taught me his song.

The dead never leave.
They just go quiet.
Listen to their silence.

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