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Last Remains
The swift sway,
The varying drift,
With every ripple of water,
They get lift.
They are the remains,
The last remains
Of once living soul and vein.
But now,
They are scattered,
After being poured into waves,
Still remembering,
Their once happy and lively days!
The tearful eyes see them off
With heavy hearts,
For whom this soul was,
A life’s dear part!
The departing ashes,
The fluttering flowers,
dilute into waves,
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