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Your struggle with death is over.
Years of mental confusion gone.
Anguished by your aging body broken.
Daily you suffered along.
Loved ones lost as your memory fades.

The skin of the chrysalis is broken.
The butterfly has spread her wings.
The winds lifts you higher.
To a song only the angels sing.

Empty and filled with pain,
My joy is abated by your loss.
I will sing with the angels someday.
When my heart is lifted in song.

The skin of the chrysalis is broken.
The butterfly has spread her wings.
The winds lifts you higher.
To a song only the angels sing.

For now, tears fill my pillow.
Until time heals my wounds.
I will remember you forever.
In you, love did abound.

The skin of the chrysalis is broken.
The butterfly has spread her wings.
The winds lifts you higher.
To a song only the angels sing.

Your tender love and care.
So willingly you did share.
By your tender love guided.
With gnarled hands you provided.

The skin of the chrysalis is broken.
The butterfly has spread her wings.
The wind lifts you higher.
To a song only the angels sing.

My heart will heal one day
I will feel you shine again.
My joy for you will renew.

The skin of the chrysalis is broken.
The butterfly has spread her wings.
The winds lifts you higher.
Now, I hear the song only the angels sing.

Writer, philosopher, humorist, observer of life, an all-around lovable guy.

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