Tonight, we light a candle for the souls we hold dear, For the voices we remember, the ones we long to hear. For the hands we can no longer hold, And the stories we still carry, even as the nights grow cold.
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Each little flame recalls a smile, a laugh,
a gentle embrace, And the warmth of someone’s presence, A love no one could replace
Though time may take their voices, and distance their familiar face, Their memories remain with us, untouched by time or place.
So let the candles flicker beneath the midnight sky, A thousand little stars for those who said goodbye. For death may close a chapter, but love outlives the end— And in every light we kindle, we find them once again.
