Dear Elvis,
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We were yours the first time that
We ever saw your face
Your fans have followed all the years
You went from place to place.

We were yours to hold and keep
We have loved you every day
And even when you had to go
The love continues on this day!

We were yours for you to cherish
And you did that job so well
You gave us so much happiness
More than we could ever tell
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The Sounds Of August
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On August 16, 1977, we heard some things we had never heard before....
The sound of a tear as it rolled down our cheeks, falling gently to the floor.
The sound of eyelids closing in disbelief,
And pulses rushing, seeking relief.
We heard the earth stop: its rotation ceased;
The shock, felt to its core, could not be released.
We heard hands clasp in anger at the injustice of it all...
We heard our youth silently slip away as night began to fall.
We heard the sound of the future crashing around us; it had no place to go,
And we heard the sound of the heat as it crept in to wet our brow and forbid the coming snow.
The sound of hearts breaking was that of a worldwide thunderstorm,
As we also heard the voice, that spoke, saying the news had been confirmed.
We heard our souls as they cried out: "Please, God, don't let it be true".
We heard our hurt as we clinged to each other, you to me and me to you.
We heard the leaves from the Graceland Trees as they settled softly to the ground..
And listened as the wind whispered, "He is no longer earthbound,
but, free as I, a prisoner no more;
as he walks in the golden light on God's celestial shore".
For we have heard the sound of Death as it crashed through the mansion walls
Waiting and shouting for the world to know he had come for the greatest of us all.
We heard the dark cloud as it slid through the morning mist
As if, arrogantly, saying; "How dare you deny I exist".
All these things we heard: in memory hearing still
Reminding us our dreams of forever can never be fulfilled.
But, we also hear the silenced voice, so precious, so sweet, so dear;
For the sounds of Elvis Presley, now as before, will forever be near.

"His death gave eternal life to a day: August 16, 1977"