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And at the end....
When I am gone away
Do not dull the beauty of a day
With sombre sound or colour:
Let no mournful music play.
Rememb'ring all that I hold dear
Let organ, orchestra,
And strident voices
Sing me on my way.
And though some may be sad awhile
I hope they turn and nod and smile
And to each other say-
I'm glad that she was here.
-Tracy Pace January 2006
Copyright © Tracy Pace 2006
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