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Don't mind the vines
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The Season for Dieing Though we may bask in the sun
Our walk upon the earth is but a blink
We are remembered to the forest for a time
Yet the most venerable of oaks must take their rest
The grass does not mock us but rather lay in the shade of us
When God has made a tree of us over and again
We shall listen to dreams that young lovers dream
When in the spring they come by this way
Long after these head stones have gone
Don't mind the vines they are beautiful that way
Just be still here with me and feel the sun on your face
