Rest well, my beloved
but keep those precious thoughts
I'd also keep them with me
as well as carry the light you've brought
Now your lips which used to be sweet red
turned pale and cold as ice
Though I did not even hear them utter
any word of hate nor lies.
Rest well, my beloved
you have quite a long journey ahead
Now I lay these lovely flowers
carefully on your eternal bed
Your face now as white as a cloud
a countenance of a gentle goodbye
As you lay, let me cry, my beloved
Until the river of sadness dries
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