Such deep intensity in sorrow appeased....
Of thine own words, hath my heart, ended,
pleased.
A long cylindric journey into peace...
The love of God, hath moved in turn.
Memories of the heart...
Engraved to thine-as never part.
For on that day the trumpet sounds...
We'll all rejoice, the sound, united we be,
at last-happiness-resounds.
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