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Your love embraces no bounds
And shares the kindling of two souls met by fire
Which has never died, dimmed or gone out.
But so you bore three children
And so far three grandchildren.
Stoking that love into family flames,
That now burn in us all.
So when I hurt, you hurt,
When you hurt, she hurts,
When she hurts, he hurts,
And when he hurts, we all hurt.
And so she, he and I must fasten the fire
And the fire will never die or, dim or, go out,
But only grow, and grow, and grow.
Because this tree burns brighter than any obstacle,
For it stays lit with your love.
And even if after death, you do part
Your fire will continue to blaze,
Because she, he and I shall spread the family flames.