Floating down above,
The swollen ground grave,
With blooming buds stretching,
The darkness that's watching.
They're the pale floaty lilie!
The sorrow is painted,
So dull, o tear tinted,
Flooded with bereavement,
Believed to be meant,
All around the pale floaty lilies!
It came from sand,
Sand of the land,
And it goes six feet in a hollow,
This beneath the willow,
They're the pale floaty lilies!
We loved the tint,
Whose God had a hint,
They lived for a season,
Whose God had a reason,
All around the pale floaty lilies!
The right time ticks,
The chosen human clicks,
Off to stop the breath,
Now that's human death,
They're the pale floaty lilies!
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