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The deepest sorrow fills the heart

To see our loved ones perish;

But soon or late we all must part

With those we fondly cherish.

The tie must break with friend and friend:

The true and noble-hearted

Must one day reach their journey’s end,

To join the dear departed.

Why mourn we, then, for those who cross

The intervening river?

Although to us a heavy loss,

To them is joy forever.