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    When the body takes its final breath
    The souls is freed of its mortal coil
    Which held it till death.

    When they move on, do not cry, do not weep.
    They leave behind their burdens
    And their Lord they meet.

    They do not leave, they do not cease
    They are merely free
    And they are at ease.

    The immortal soul lives on just fine,
    Leaving the body, somewhere in the sands of time.

    When you miss them and misery takes over
    They are by your shoulder, never gone, just closer.

    They live in your heart,
    So they never depart
    Do not stand over their grave,
    Do not cry.
    They are not there,
    They did not die.

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