She is from the dust
This glittering skin
Looking beautiful for ever
Has to return to earth, now
As her spirit flies away,
Her soul is still,
The vocal cord is no more sonorous.
No more new garment,
No more latest jewelries,
Oblivious she is to happenings.
Then, her body is returned
Earth to earth, she returns
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