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When in the brightened moonlight,
On this endless, silent night,
Through darkness whence comes shadows,
So beautiful a sight.

And in this sacred hour
That I tread upon this ground,
With every step that passes me,
Nothing, not a sound.

In respect and sadness,
I spread what is left of you,
And a silent tear falls to the ground
Gracefully, as I do.

For in your dying hour,
As you lie there next to me,
You whisper one last wish,
And grip my hand bravely.

And as I lose your grip and
The screen shows a line,
I sit there silent, falling,
Still holding your hand in mine.

The pain you felt is over,
But mine must carry on,
Though how I shall bear it,
I know not, now you’re gone.

Description
When in the brightened moonlight,
On this endless, silent night,
Through darkness whence comes shadows,
So beautiful a sight.

And in this sacred hour
That I tread upon this ground,
With every step that passes me,
Nothing, not a sound.

In respect and sadness,
I spread what is left of you,
And a silent tear falls to the ground
Gracefully, as I do.

For in your dying hour,
As you lie there next to me,
You whisper one last wish,
And grip my hand bravely.

And as I lose your grip and
The screen shows a line,
I sit there silent, falling,
Still holding your hand in mine.

The pain you felt is over,
But mine must carry on,
Though how I shall bear it,
I know not, now you’re gone.