It is not you my sweet friendI lay to rest upon a bed of flowers,cover over with petals of pink and yellow and whiteand all the gentle colors of the rose…because I could not simply consignyour empty body to the earth, lying on, surrounded by unlovely dirt. It is not you there in the gardenunder the cairn …
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