We'll never say goodbye

I cannot see you with my eyes

Or hear you with my ears,

But thoughts of you are with me still

And often dry my tears.

 

You whisper in the rustling leaves

That linger in the fall,

And in the gentle evening breeze,

I'm sure I hear you call.

 

A part of you remains with me

That none can take away;

It gives me strength to carry on

At dawning of each day.

 

I think of happy times we shared

And then I softly sigh,

But this I know - we'll meet again

And never say good-bye.

 

(Larry Howland)

 

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