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I picked flowers from a heavenly garden
Made a bouquet to show my soul
A rose for love
A lily for death
An ivy vine for mystery
And a chamomile flower
For peace found at last
I tied these flowers
With a black ribbon
I lay them on the grave
Of that which was me
I died to live again
Cried to laugh again
Was blind to see again
The flowers set down,
I light a candle
And am once more on my way
Down the path of life
Guided by the woman in my vision
