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With The Hope That Time Will Heal All Sorrow
And Bring Consoling Peace.
LOWED TO PARISH. TRUE THE BODY WILL
RETURN TO THE DUST FROM WHENCE IT
CAME BUT THE REMEMBRANCE OF THE LIFE
SHOULD CONTINUE....."WE ARE NOT DEAD
UNTIL WE ARE FORGOTTEN"
Quietly as grasses bend before a rushing breeze,
Surely as the ocean waves advance to touch the shore,
Silently as autumn leaves fall to the forest floor,
So may the passing of the days heal loneliness and pain,
Till nothing but warm memories of love and joy remain.
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