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After Glow
I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering
softly down the ways, of happy times,
laughing times and bright
and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories,
that I leave when life is done.
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