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Blissful silence, hollowing winds
Across from above, birds spread their wings
The final destination for every nation
Whether rich or poor
There is no differentiation
Beneath lies God’s roses
Peaceful and calm
Not forgotten but gone
Awaiting for judgment day
The day of reaping
Until then, there they lie
Roses in the graveyard
In their eternal slumber.
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