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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Echoes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Echoes of empty houses, empty rooms, <br>Empty caravans, empty tables, empty stables, <br>The extreme void of their high spirited appeal, <br>Eventually we all have to leave, <br>Life is a thief of happiness, peace and love, <br>The fluttering of an innocent white dove, <br>My two dear friends, a long time up above, <br>In their celestial palace, <br>Surrounded by God's unconditional, never-ending love, <br>Snatched from the middle rung, <br>No time for the end of the ballad to be sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amongst chapters of hard graft, on a primitive raft, <br>Heading for the turbulent rapids, <br>Love sent in a package, with possible breakage, <br>Strings attached, we all just matched, <br>Never saw any need to be patched, <br>Abundance of a feast, glorious with no defeat, <br>Repeat of our spinning world, <br>Sometimes winning, when everything rhymed, <br>Races at different paces, <br>Two beautiful faces, fading with the lullaby, <br>A sigh like the wind whistling, <br>Through the knarled branches of an old oak tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are free immersed with fun, days of sun, <br>With character rich, steeped in zest, <br>That is their legacy, <br>The weeping willow stands forlorn, as we still mourn, <br>For the loss of two captivating souls, <br>Soaked in the sweet scent of forget-me not's, <br>Amongst the saints, angels, sound of holy bells, <br>Reverberating across this green isle, <br>An oasis in our heart's thirsty desert sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Band, land, musical, whimsical, <br>Passion, fashion, with a bright red sash, <br>Red for danger, like a lone ranger without ammunition, <br>Red for sensation, striving for ambition, <br>Life lived fast, <br>All that is left is the haunting echoes of their splendid past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hazel+Durham">Hazel Durham</a><div class=q>
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Empty caravans, empty tables, empty stables, 
The extreme void of their high spirited appeal, 
Eventually we all have to leave, 
Life is a thief of happiness, peace and love, 
The fluttering of an innocent whi..."></div>
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