I await the tears on the lonely shore.

I fear that there is nothing more.
Except the memories we leave behind.
Something of us we can remind.

The caps in the air.

Pictures and diplomas everywhere.

Lasting thoughts of our golden high school years.
For once in our lives, we are wrought with happy tears.



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