Her clock has ticked its final tock,
Her life has lived its last year.
Her legs have strolled 'round the last block,
Her eyes have lost their last tear.
But this is not the end.
Her aches and pains are obsolete.
Her cares and doubts are passed.
Her heart has pumped its final beat,
Her lungs have breathed their last.
But this is not the end.
She lives on in each heart and mind,
She breathes through Wayne and John.
She has left her mark behind,
So she's not really gone.
And this is not the end.
I know she's in a better place,
Where she'll stay forevermore.
She's happy in the warm embrace
Of loved ones gone before.
And there will never be an end.
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