Memory fades at the coming of an end
With the lilac scent of your RSVP
As my destiny falls on a digger's spade
In a shallow nest at noon-day hours
With few prayers to cover my faith
Looking home angel I will arrive
On a chariot of your lasting love
As your image is cast in clover
All angels with wings will survive
With the lilac scent of your RSVP
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