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Lost souls sorely missed,

Gone to spirits but still exist,

As energy, we never die,

We all subside and reside,

In a place of bliss for a while,

But one day soon we will rise.

Like a phoenix from the flames,

From creation, for that’s it’s way,

Renewed, replenished ,

With an ancient soul,

From a bygone age,

With the wisdom of a sage,

And stories to be told,

By those who see their previous lives

And the place, where as spirits we reside,

When we return and subside,

To a place of love on angel wings,

The spirit of us then takes flight,

And all creations sings,

As we return back to the light,

From whence we come and begin again.