As all weather blows its breath
as every creature lays in eternal rest
as all things strive to thrive
as all things strive to die
May we in our spirits hold
the silent dance of the old
that tells of joys and travails
that tells of how love prevails
May all that the spirits have given
bind together the broken
to live through every burning sorrow
that we may live to see tomorrow
and bring love to life again
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