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Julie's Aunt

 I looked towards the south
to distant purple hills,
green valleys far away,
yet felt close,
wishing I was there,
thinking of dark suits
and sombre tunes,
a silent village, curtains closed.
Did the steeple chime
echoing through the vale
calling home a loved one
her laughter now a memory
a plot of land, her everlasting home,
flowers on the casket
as once her garden bloomed ?
Did you talk of all the times
which make a life worthwhile,
sip the wine to salve your grief ?
memories, skipping ropes and kites,
and other griefs to share.
Come my love  and tell me
then sleep my love then sleep.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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