But if the journey is made by others to short.
To have come happily here you around it.
For the person whom you see, rejoice.
For the person who is fast approaching.
For winter falls give way, the person hears.
Time given back is slow excessively.
People with whom it waits.
Fear grieves around excessively long,
for the person who is loved.
All being complete, abundant such life it was.
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