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The flowers we used to gather
Are hidden neath the mould,
No more the soft breeze whispers
To bid their buds unfold.

In the dark earth they tarry
Till God shall summon them,
To rise again in beauty
And cheer the hearts of men.

And I, too, wait His summons
When I my Love shall meet,
Where love and life are endless
And joy shall be complete.

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