this marks the spot where silence had to fall
one sunny afternoon when it was cold
no part of this that i could have foretold
the passage into night slows to a crawl
each missive seems to fit in a neat fold
this marks the spot where silence had to fall
into its place the world became so small
but there was nothing there we had to hold
just a bright girl who never would turn old
this marks the spot where silence had to fall
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