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We snatched you from the claws of death...
From the cursed disease
they couldn't save it.
Quietly, in a whisper, tenderly praying,
I turn to the Gods timidly...

May the earth rest softly on you,
May heaven embrace you.
People! It's like an insult.
Didn’t burn your soul,
Don't resort to curses!!!