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Alice
(To a young singer Alice Martineau who died at the age of 30)
She died with soul blazing
Looking straight at the sun,
The chasm opened before her,
But she touched our hearts,
Gave us hope before she faded
Into the greater light that transforms.
I know she sings in meadows of gold,
Filling eyes on earth with tears,
Peeling off layers of our nescience-
Awakening to a spirit full of beauty,
Whose gentle heart touched something
That few of us will ever find.
I know she will blossom someday
In lands strange and distant
And we will listen with smiles
To a voice that conquered time.
She died with soul blazing
Looking straight at the sun,
The chasm opened before her,
But she touched our hearts,
Gave us hope before she faded
Into the greater light that transforms.
I know she sings in meadows of gold,
Filling eyes on earth with tears,
Peeling off layers of our nescience-
Awakening to a spirit full of beauty,
Whose gentle heart touched something
That few of us will ever find.
I know she will blossom someday
In lands strange and distant
And we will listen with smiles
To a voice that conquered time.
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