Augusta,
Farewell
copyright 1992, 1993 Mary Bertke
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The time has come to part from this place,
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remember with joy the lines of each face.
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All the friendships we made here will not pass away,
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they'll stay warm in our hearts till we meet again someday.
We may go with our new skill, perhaps achieve fame,
but without one another, it will not be the same.
All the magic we found here I don't want to leave,
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for better or worse it has made me believe...
That music is made of laughter and tears,
of protest, and lovers, and buying of beers.
Ah, the music calls so strongly, I don't want to go home,
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but am filled with the comfort that wherever I roam...
I have the mem'ries of the past golden week,
where wishes could come true even as we speak.
So I'll go and spread the music that brought us all here,
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I'll always recall it with memories dear.
Remember the laughter, and let pass the tears.
Hold on to the music and memory for years.
Return with the summer and leave with the fall,
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let music and friendship play on through it all.
July 1992, last verse May or June 1993