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So Nature, in her fitful moods,
Conjures her fleeting splendor
To draw from out the harp of life
The sadder tones and tender;
And

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“In the stillness of headstones, Darkness is my blanket. And forever is my song. In the arms of stone angels, I’m not afraid. Becaus

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"Bury me under the Weeping Willow Tree"

 

Oh, bury me under the weeping willow
Yes, under the weeping willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps he will weep for me

 

(Lyrics by The Original Carter Family with their song "Bury me u

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Mary Elizabeth Frye, American florist, 1905-2004

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I

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