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The Burial
The casket’s odour seemed to have darkened heaven’s colour
Crystal tears hung on my eyes like ice
Twice I noticed the sorrowful force in my voice
A hundred degrees empathy, tears of pity
Old and cold he had gone
Into the ground he entered, interred.
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