Candles laid lit in every corner
Of the last home of a lost soul
For a dear loved one
Who didn't had much more time to roam
On this day there won't much joy
Some cried, some heads slightly bent over
Some hoped for strength from above
First it was a wake
Then the final sight by burial
Then the soul roamed for forty days
Until they saw the bright light and went away.
And went to rest
And have peace with the almighty God.
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