The evergreen myrtles spread On the corners and in the pretty Rocks hugging the rising sunbeams. Their pretty shape dwells in my Heart and in my mind for ever. Nature's pretty myrtles grow in The pretty rocks wonderfully. I go over there to pick some of Them and put them over the graves'tops. These pretty myrtles live and dwell In our hearts and our minds for Their love and their beauty.
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