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no words could purchase nor tears could find that mother lost to a sea of time

her loss near stole the breathe from my chest a memory of a ghost that would not rest.

But peace comes to wither on the vine All we are is moments, happy moments in time. Farewell, farewell, marry meet, and marry part In this journey we all call life Depart now with my heart, in Gods loving arms.

Wish! Pray! against the closing of the dark Till doomsday finds us reunited On some distant shore, or cool autumn park.

And god on that everlasting day, no longer would separate us by sleep or the gift of breathe we returned but we ourselves would return to him With all the moments of what we'd learned.

The prodigal souls would, cold, pilgrim one last to that grey mount And at the temple where the earth touched the sky The paradise of god's love, where all the good we'd ever done, all we had become would live forever, golden, in his light, and never die.

no words could purchase nor tears could find that mother lost to a sea of time her loss near stole the breathe from my chest a memory of a ghost that would not rest. But peace comes to wither on the vine All we are is moments, happy moments in time. Farewell, farewell, marry meet, and marry part In this journey we all call life Depart now with my heart, in Gods loving arms. Wish! Pray! against the closing of the dark Till doomsday finds us reunited On some distant shore, or cool autumn park. And god on that everlasting day, no longer would separate us by sleep or the gift of breathe we returned but we ourselves would return to him With all the moments of what we'd learned. The prodigal souls would, cold, pilgrim one last to that grey mount And at the temple where the earth touched the sky The paradise of god's love, where all the good we'd ever done, all we had become would live forever, golden, in his light, and never die.

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