o weep not for me, for my spirit has fled to mansions of rest in the sky; the friend you have loved is not sleeping and dead, but gone to his father on high.
94 farewell, father; farewell, mother; god will heal your deepest pain; farewell, too, dear weeping brother; soon in heaven we’ ll meet again. not mortals now but cherubs bright. they’ ve left this world for realms of light.
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