A Blustery Day
And a time to Mourn
To one who has Past
The day they were Born
A life that Started
Has come to an End
A fight that has Lost
What she could not Fend
All dressed in pure White
She was laid to Rest
In a silkened Shroud
Red Rose on her Breast
This pain too shall Pass
Broken Hearts so Torn
This Blustery Day
This sad time to Mourn
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