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A leave requires memories

The best of all to put in

But where to touch the source of spirit

When we took farewell

Our black was warmed

The sleep of the dead rushes in the (wind)

Taking up the sunbeam

Gets the stiff heart through

And now to sit by your side

The end of flesh but realize

The grass we lay is fulfilled with all life

When we took farewell

Our black was warmed

The sleep of the dead rushes in the (wind)

Taking up the sunbeam

Gets the stiff heart through