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Friends



               O loving friends judge not my solitude,

               Nor my silence ye not miscomprehend,

             Forevery are my living thoughts bestrewed

                 Upon ye all with gratitude distend.


              But hark! My pain, no remedy amends,

            This little spark of life to 'Him' hath flown,

            Then what is left of me to greet my friends?

           Naught but deadened skin and withered bone.



                 Forevermore in spirit shall I dwell,

             Amongst ye all, my loving friends of yore,

             But body, heart and soul doth bid farewell,

               Offering ye, these precious rubies four.















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