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"Halt, friend.

Trouble not their moments passing

Death hath kissed their fellow gone

And now they have but not left

For it is here they wander on Earth

As they will in Heaven

And what is it our duty

But to stop them? Not this,

We let them search

Themselves

And others.

Upon their wish, we shall heed word

But until then we stand watch

Waiting as they do

Watching as they do

Wishing as they do."