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The Sunlight On The Garden

For the winds that will never blow
For want of Autumn leaves
For Spring that would never come
For want of Summer showers

For dreams I would never dream
For want of simple sleep
For places I would never be
For want of alternate destinies

For a life I will never live
For want of alternate choices

For memories I have forgotten
And memories I could not erase
For reasons I would not agree to
And for those I could do without

For songs I sing and those I don’t
For friends I have and those I lost
For all the time that was mine
And for a time when there will be none.

For those who wait for me
And for those who miss me from beyond
For all that I know
And for all that is unknown

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