The Last Minute
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Here the silent minute descends,
Bearing the hush of absent friends.
The acme thunderer’s final blow
Linking the now with long ago.
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From Central Park to the streets of Raith,
Remembering them who kept the faith.
Life’s fitba’ passion, the golden thread
Abiding still, sonorous, yet unsaid.
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