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Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Everyone cries,
When they must.

Big temple dogs,
Biting and bickering.
The dimly lit candles,
Constantly flickering.

The smell of incense,
I know it well.
Since that day,
When we bid farewell.

Everything is,
Said and done.
Depressingly knowing,
It was no fun.

Believe me when I say,
There's nothing I would rather.
Other than to have back,
My beloved father.