Some are laughing, some are weeping;
She is sleeping, only sleeping.
Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;
There the wind is heaping, heaping
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Fantastically woven wreath of rhymes and rhythm to pay glowing tributes to the departed for heavenly abode. Thanks for sharing it here.