Young then old.
Warm then cold.
The body does wither.
The soul flows on like a life giving river.
The body returns to earth below.
Or its cremated ashes into the unknown does blow.
Ashes to ashes dust to dust.
One things for sure a departed body does never rust.
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and i am glad it does not rust ! lol. i would not want that ...
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