Amelia Augusta

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Only 5 years 5months

Yet buried 6 feet deep

5th of October

a date to remember

Your parents tears

Fell like autumn leaves

150 years gone by

Many souls have wandered past

How many pondered upon your epitaph?

No one now knows your story

Rich or poor?

Who did you leave to grieve?

Brothers, sisters or maybe more

Was it illness or accident?

That gave you your angel wings

Blossom falls upon your grave

Falling softly white and pink

With elegance like angel tears

Your eyes shut in eternal sleep

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 11, 2014 ⏰

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