A time long ago
A bloody month of June
The red-tinted White cloth.
I stayed around
Quite to hear
There was not a sound
But the drop of a tear
As she laid there motionless.
I faintly remember
But can't comprehend
Down into the chamber
All caskets descend
From 6 feet above
The blue flowers fell
Through kindness and love
She rose from this hell
She left and all died.
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