The Return
Gathered round the grave of thee
they all whisper blessed be
the family stands to the side
afraid to look, afraid to hide
all can feel something amiss
standing there in the mist
temperature plummets, oh so low
as your spirit touches souls
suddenly some are aware
of your laughter dancing on the air
you have been chosen to come again
on a night of thunder and rain
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