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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351103" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The love For a Nephew</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(His smile wide his teeth shining<br>as he stood with the bright guitar in his hand.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he lays in the casket some month later<br>all fancy and nice, he looks up to the stained glass windows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(The guitar so nice so strong<br>with its all mesmerizing sound) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the tears from the family friends and children<br>fall to the ground without a sound</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(he looks into his uncles eyes<br>with joy with pride in his guitar) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the minister stands and reads the script <br>and he bows his head to the uncle who shall play</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(He takes his pick from the case, <br>and strums the guritar with such grace) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the man with the guitar stands infront, <br>on stage ready to sing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(As he sits with his uncle<br>their guitars both in tune) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the man begins to play the song <br>that was once his nephews dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(They sit and laugh at faults at trys<br>as their guitars play side by side) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">pick in hand he strums the tune<br>and looks to the casket tears filling his eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Their laughter filled the room with joy with love, <br>as the music came together like it was meant to be.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">half way through the tune becomes that afternoon a month ago.<br>the one with joy and laughter, the one with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(As the music slows and is perfected <br>they set down their guitars and embrace eachother) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The song comes to an end as the church fills with sobs, <br>with tears of sorrow of longing of loss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(They seperate and look at eachother with joy with faith, <br>as they sit down face to face) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stands over his nephews coffin and whispers these soft words: 'I love you so, I love you true and this music will always belong to you'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">~this is dedicated to Nightserf(from yahoo answers) whos nephew died of muscular dystrophy about 35 years ago, he wrote a peice of music with his nephew a month before his nephews death, and he played it in the middle of his nephews funeral. I do not know the personally so please don't tell me sorry~</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bethany+Maxwell">Bethany Maxwell</a><div class=q>
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