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The grave where they laid him had flowers

had flowers

All of them arranged with respect and love

those flowers


And now he is gone

Friend to my wife

Friend to me

Ever had he a smile

of flowers


How can I tell him

Except by writing this to you

That I loved him

And his vibrant existence

of flowers


I gather he is not gone

As I have written him here

He is in our minds

And in our hearts

with flowers


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