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May 2020
All we are is an epitaph
A few words on a stone
Some kind lines in a newspaper
From those we left alone

All we are is an epitaph
A pine box in a car
A favourite song at the service
A raised glass at the bar

All we are is an epitaph
A tear in someone’s eye
A happy time remembered
The very last goodbye
Written by
Anton Snert
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