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I cannot help but wonder

If I have turned into a stone

Because itís what I feel like

At times


Like the ones when Iím walking

Through the paths you had walked

I see you there

But itís like I donít care


Or the times when I hear singing

Because itís someoneís day

Iíd remember each and every one of yours

But then Iíd move on


Then there are the times when Iím eating

And Iíd notice the empty seat

Iíd wonder where youíd gone

And leave it at that


Still, there are the times Iíd hear laughter

From the people you had held dear

And I canít stop myself from wondering

If they have turned into stone like me


I remember, uncle




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