The Gift (poem)
So good to see you once again my friend
I can’t recall when last I saw your smile
So few can share the flare within your style
So few are left on whom one can depend
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I treasure all the gifts you sent my way
Those rays of hope which sing out from our past
So few like you who fashioned ones which last
So few are left to see your last display
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So few the eyes which still let wonder in
To cast their cloak once more across the floor
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So few the hearts which take the time to spin
The wonders which a lover oft dreams for
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And chances for new dances to begin
So few are left to stay here anymore