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funeral poem

when the hours of day are numbered
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i gazed upon the glorious sky
rocked in the cradle of the deep
i had a dream and i awoke with it
he'd even have his joke

 



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