I read your words when I'm alone.
I read them when I'm blue.
Your words rise up my very soul,
To a place where the world is new.

You must have been a lovely maiden
In love with life and nature,
And in my youthful afternoons
You are my greatest teacher.

Your words in me will never die.
Your words will always last.
I hear your verses in the wind at night.
They take me to a life that's past.

When I die and rise above,
I know I'll find you there.
Amongst the angels
We will share our poems,
In payment for God's care.
 
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