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A drum beats today Far, far, far away so many miles I can not hear yet I feel the beat I feel it clear the drum precedes the hangmans noose hanging there ever loose will I hear the drum stop will I hear a silent drop will I hear a cry or will it just be a gentle sigh Fate plays a tune today far, far, far away the drum calls out to the rope to spirit away the last of hope or will the drum still mark time this rhythmic stick to us bind I wait, I wait, I wait to hear for now this sound I do hold dear I remember the way you smile all teeth and lips twinkling eyes and ready quips the way your laughter would fill us both with glee I remember your tickly side the way you would look at me and know then run and hide I remember riding through baking hot soi you leaning in close to me your mouth whispering in my ear as we laugh and ride our intent clear I remember your sleepy face hair strewn across and out of place running you a waking shower watching you blossom like a flower all the big things that we did mean nothing at all to me but all those small moments when we showed we cared forever in my memory I remember, as you would pass by on your way for something else your hand would glide over me almost subconsciously in those moments we were free I remember holding your body in the ocean letting the waves set our motion as the sun set on a perfect sky never did we question why I remember the joy I knew every time I looked at you the only thing I hope and prey you also remember things this way |