O bless'd cherub's angelic face,
Soft lips and light blonde curls.
Your smile shineth down upon my year.
Pray, give thy protection and innocents to my friends, for they are my family.
Salty drops fall eternally from deep wells of sugar-sweet love and the
Sticky liquid of cherry juice spills from a depth of warm emotion.
O sing, bright heavens, the song of my soul.
Thy chariot has come to take me far.
But swear, do I, that I shall return.
Return not to this place, but to another,
Where light shines from every brick
And my friends wait for me with broad smiles and open arms.
Hear me, sisters and brothers!
I thank thee truly and forever for the time you have given me without a moment's hesitation.
And hear me, sisters and brothers!
As I weep this day, and every day after, I shall
Give thanks for your kindness and think fond thoughts until my life fades and I meet the sun.
You cannot understand the mad swirl of love and gratitude I feel towards my faithful companions,
But you shall not be forgotten lest I die ten-thousand deaths.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand and sing your name, true and crisp as a new days dawn,
Glistening on the fresh, sweet dew.
Hold my hand. Hold thy neighbor's hand and be embraced by honey-light.
Hold hands and know,
Beyond question,
That you are part of a chain.
A bond.
A never ending circle of cheer and joy.
And know
That you belong.
And know
That you are loved.
And know
That I thank you always.
May you know happiness in latter years
And may you live forever in the glowing hearts of all you've touched.
Like mine.
Tsike Community Member 
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