Wasted on the sands
Of some forgotten beach.
Left to the ages as they come
And to us, try to teach.
O let the remains lie still,
For sanctuary has come to them.
The plunder of thoughts misguided,
Yet they rest in a peace, as foretold.
The harmony of the dead
Is not heard, it resounds in the heavens,
Where only the angels sing along,
And carry a tune of the many.
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Love ya!
Jane