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IN MEMORY
OF
Ruth Williams
March 1943 - November 2004
You'll Always be there
After the echo
Of your voice recedes
From the farthest
Corners of this room
You'll be there
Like footsteps of the past
Half moons on Marble stairs
Your presence will be felt
You'll be there
When the moon
Melts into the sea
You'll be there
In the wind that's
Behind a mounting wave
that
upturns a leaf
that
Buffets a storm
You'll be there
YOU'LL BE THERE
YOU'LL BE THERE
YOU'LL BE THERE
YOU'LL BE THERE
