Scatter the ashes
Where the snows used to be,
Where the summers sang
Full of bees,

Scatter the ashes
When it rains without rainbows,
When the leaves are dry,
Crushed underfoot,

Let the grey fly
As the violets blossom,
As the black grouse
Dance in the fields,

Take up the gritty
Coarse, unwieldy substance,
All things will pass,
Drown in Time;

Where lilies proudly
Send forth their fragrance,
Scatter the ashes
For memory.


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