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Bwana Reaper


An organ blends with church bell chimes
As mourners gather round
Thru graveside air the keening climbs
Another friend’s gone down

We know that soon the pain will ease
The hurt not be so deep
Her life a gust, a gentle breeze
We felt but couldn’t keep

And though the sun shines bright and warm
Cascading yellow rays
There’s one small spot were shadows lie
In deeper shades of grey

Our sorrow weaves a subtle thread
A melancholy theme
In heavy boots with muffled tread
Heard faintly through a dream

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