Ahead, upon the road, appeared a figure quite familiar,
and it seemed to be ...
But the shades of the dead walk not the earth,
yet you seemed to be ...
For you are gone
and I cannot follow.
You are free
while I'm still bound.
But I see your spirit in every tree and root,
in the rain and wind,
and the sea and sand
And I need you near.

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