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1 posted on 10/25/2019 8:18:35 PM PDT by Albion Wilde
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To: Albion Wilde

Just now seeing it on the sidebar. R.I.P. Jeanie. Condolences to family and friends. love

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O beautiful end, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

Tagore


224 posted on 01/05/2020 7:06:02 AM PST by PGalt (Past Peak Civilization?)
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To: Albion Wilde; seekthetruth

Goodbye my FRiend, you will be missed!


227 posted on 02/17/2020 8:27:45 PM PST by PROCON (Molon Labe)
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To: Albion Wilde
Eternal rest grant unto her, Oh Lord. May she rest in peace. May the Perpetual Light shine upon her.
228 posted on 03/03/2020 9:16:02 AM PST by JoeFromSidney (Colonel (Retired) USAF.)
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To: Albion Wilde

From Les Miserables:

MARIUS

There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
There’s a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow’
And tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me

(The ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear)

That I live and you are gone.
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
There’s a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.

(The ghosts fade away)

Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.


229 posted on 08/12/2020 6:56:26 PM PDT by lightman (I am a binary Trinitarian. Deal with it!)
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