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In the windy hills, is where you are

Amidst the glory of the flowers

And the splendor of the grass

You are there, waiting for me



The blinking lights, adorn your way

The chirping of the small birds, I can hear

The hush of the wind, brushes my face

Then I hear you call my name, only my name



In the still of my nights, I picture you

Telling me, what you want to say

With a smile in your face,that twinkle in your eyes

You say, thank you love, for cremating me...