Burial Picture

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She used to be very pretty,
The woman I longed to see;
She used to be very happy,
The woman I wanted to see.

She used to laugh carelessly,
Whose voice I longed to hear;
She used to sing melodiously,
Whose voice I wanted to hear.

Where is she?
The woman I wanted to meet.
Five minutes tops,
That's all I need.

 I know I will never meet her
As I gaze on her pictures,
She looked very pretty
As she sleeps her eternal sleep.