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Last night I saw him.

Beautiful smile, beautiful grin.

He was alive and well in my dream

I had yesterday again as though it seem

Could this really be? Or did my imagination get the best

of me?

Upon seeing him I tried to hide.

The lack of faith that I held inside.

But when my eyes met his.

They would not conceal.

The doubt of faith that I feel.

What dose it take? For one to believe,

That life goes on That we never leave?

That if we look.

We will find.

Those we love.

Do not leave us behind.

Not far from here

But part of here

they are all near

.

But doubt in our heart.

Deny in our mind;

A different place

A different time.

Yes, in my dream he did appear.

To tell me he'd always been here.

And that there was no reason to cry.

That in death we do not really die.

And in my dream he did show.

That death comes for us to grow

That it's not a punishment of any kind.

But gift to all mankind.

Amazed at what he knew.

I could see in death where he had grew.

He then told me of the butterfly

And it's metaphor

How it must die as a caterpillar

To live once more

.

But he said tomorrow that I would still cry;

Refuse the truth. Believe the lie.

I argued with him.

And did not agree.

He just looked at me

And grinned

Then he was gone

And I had awaken

With doubt in my heart

I realized my dream was mistaken.

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