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We have assembled a drove of the virtually beautiful funeral poems for Mom to help you gloat her life and her enduring love.

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This first funeral poem is very popular, fifty-fifty though information technology is simple, because it perfectly captures how much we love our Mom, even after her passing.

It would be an appropriate poem to read at a funeral or memorial service, and even a celebration of life ceremony.

If Roses Grow in Sky

By Dolores K. Garcia

If roses grow in heaven,
Lord delight pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother'south arms
and tell her they're from me.

Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
identify a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.

Because remembering her is easy,
I do information technology every mean solar day,
simply there's an anguish within my middle
that volition never go away.

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We beloved this funeral poem because we all know that a Mom is an angel in disguise, protecting u.s.a. always.  It is one of our favourite poems for a meaningful funeral service.

I Never Saw Your Wings

By an Unknown Author

How is information technology that I never saw your wings
when you were here with me?
When you closed your optics and soared
to the Heavens I could hear the
faint palpitate of you wings as you lot left.
Your trunk no longer on this side
your spirit hither eternally I see your halo smoothen.
I shut my eyes and run into the multi-colored wings
environs me in my saddest moments and my happiest times.
Female parent my angel God has given y'all your assignment
ever my mother forever my affections.
Y'all fly into my dreams and when I am asleep
I feel your wings castor against my face wiping away
the tears I shed since I can no longer hold
you in my artillery but in my heart.
You earned those wings beloved mother
and you will always be me angel eternal.

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Each Mom is the well-nigh special and unique person in our world. This funeral poem beautifully captures this sentiment.

Only One Mother

By an Unknown Author

Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather condition.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of collywobbles on the lawn,
But just one mother the wide world over.

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When we become adults, we run across our Mom more than fully as a person with her ain hopes and dreams, and as a friend. This funeral verse form will move all who hear it spoken.

A Poem for Mother

By Dick Underwood
(Modified to read "mother" instead of grandma.)

Mother, you were merely a girl,
And so many years ago.
You had your loves and had your dreams,
Y'all watched us come and go.

You watched us make the same mistakes,
That you lot had made before,
But that only made you hold us tight,
And love usa all the more than.

We haven't always thought about
The things that yous take seen.
To united states yous've just been 'Mother',
No thought of who you've been.

But we recollect now in love,
Your life from start to terminate,
And nosotros're only glad we knew you,
Every bit Mother, and as Friend.

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Many of u.s.a. have fond memories of our Mom reading to us. We explored the world through books, while snuggling close to our Mom.

This is an piece of cake funeral poem to acquire to recite.  Information technology would be an appropriate funeral poem for a child who wants to be involved in the funeral service.

Richer Then Gold

Past Strickland Gillilan

You may take tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of golden.
Richer than I you can never be –
I had a mother who read to me.

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The famous poet East.Eastward. Cummings admired his female parent, Rebecca Haswell Clarke Cummings, immensely. He said: "Never have I encountered anyone more joyous, anyone healthier in trunk and mind, anyone then quite incapable of remembering a wrong or anyone then completely and humanly and unaffectedly generous." (Norman, 1958, pg. 18.)

He immortalized his esteem for his beloved Mother and Father in this post-obit poem:

If There are Any Heavens My Mother Volition

By E. Eastward. Cummings

If there are any heavens my mother volition (all by herself) have i.
It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a sky of black red roses my begetter volition be
(deep similar a rose tall similar a rose)
standing virtually my (swaying over her silent) with eyes which are really petals and see
nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a blossom and non a face with hands which whisper
This is my dearest my
(suddenly in sunlight he will bow,
and the whole garden volition bow)

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It gives u.s. comfort to think of our Moms enjoying a beautiful, garden-like dreamland subsequently their passing. This touching funeral poem is filled with vivid imagery.

Kid and Female parent

By Eugene Field

O female parent-my-love, if y'all'll give me your manus,
And get where I enquire you to wander,
I will lead yous away to a beautiful state,–
The Dreamland that'south waiting out yonder.
We'll walk in a sweetness posie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.

In that location'll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
In that location'll be no trivial bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I'll rock you lot away on a silver-dew stream
And sing yous asleep when you're weary,
And no i shall know of our beautiful dream
Simply you and your own trivial dearie.

And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
In the bust that's soothed me so frequently,
And the broad-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
Then, Mother-my-Love, let me accept your dear hand,
And abroad through the starlight nosotros'll wander,–
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,–
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.

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This poem is perfect for the funeral of a Mom who had a difficult life, just who preserved and overcame many obstacles.

Mother to Son

By Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you lot:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no rug on the floor
Bare.
Only all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the nighttime
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't yous turn back.
Don't you set downwardly on the steps.
'Cause you lot finds information technology's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se notwithstanding climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

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This funeral verse form is a moving tribute to his beloved Mother past the great Irish gaelic writer, Patrick Kavanagh.

It foregoes the typical motifs and rituals associated with funerals, and focuses instead on calming imagery of pastoral settings. It is the perfect poem to read at the funeral of a Mom who loved the countryside.

In Retentiveness of My Female parent

By Patrick Kavanagh

I do non think of y'all lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane amongst the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily

Going to second Mass on a summertime Sunday–
You lot meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle–'
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.

And I recall of you walking forth a headland
Of green oats in June,
So total of repose, and so rich with life–
And I see u.s.a. coming together at the stop of a town

On a fair solar day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.

O you lot are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And y'all smile upwardly at us — eternally.

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This stark funeral poem past the famous writer, Rudyard Kipling, captures the raw emotion that follows loosing a Mom.

Kipling loved his Female parent very much, and wrote the following tribute to her:

Mother o' Mine

By Rudyard Kipling

"When my spirit came back I heard her whisper in my ear, 'Whether you lot live or die, or are made different, I am your Mother'. I was very glad. She was glad besides. Neither of united states wished to lose the other. There is only the one Mother for the ane son." ("The Pocketknife and the Naked Chalk," Rewards and Fairies, p. 138, line xi.)

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Female parent o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose honey would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O female parent o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were damned of trunk and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Female parent o' mine, O mother o' mine!

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This Jamaican writer shows the deep love he has for his Mom.

His Mother'due south expiry distresses him and shakes him to the core. Simply despite the grief, everyday life continues. This funeral poem captures the reality that the world doesn't terminate when our lives take been shattered by our Mom'southward passing.

My Mother

By Claude McKay

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Reg wished me to go with him to the field,
I paused because I did not desire to go;
But in her placidity way she fabricated me yield
Reluctantly, for she was animate depression.
Her hand she slowly lifted from her lap
And, smiling sadly in the old sweet way,
She pointed to the nail where hung my cap.
Her eyes said: I shall last another day.
But scarcely had we reached the afar identify,
When o'er the hills we heard a faint bell ringing;
A boy came running up with frightened face up;
We knew the fatal news that he was bringing.
I heard him listlessly, without a moan,
Although the only i I loved was gone.

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The dawn departs, the morning is begun,
The trades come whispering from off the seas,
The fields of corn are gilded in the sun,
The night-brownish tassels fluttering in the breeze;
The bong is sounding and the children laissez passer,
Frog-leaping, skipping, shouting, laughing shrill,
Down the ruddy road, over the pasture-grass,
Up to the school-house aging on the hill.
The older folk are at their peaceful toil,
Some pulling upwards the weeds, some plucking corn,
And others breaking up the dominicus-baked soil.
Bladder, faintly-scented breeze, at early on morn
Over the earth where mortals sow and reap–
Beneath its breast my mother lies asleep.

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This simple funeral poem celebrates how lucky we feel to have been given the best Mom in the globe.

Wonderful Mother

Past Patrick O'Reilly

God fabricated a wonderful female parent,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smiling of the sunshine.
And He moulded her middle of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you meet;
God fabricated a wonderful mother,
And He gave that honey female parent to me.

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These bible verses from the New International Version (NIV) honours Mothers and wives and accept a poem-like quality. They are cute verses to read at a Christian funeral service.

She Shall be Praised

Proverbs 31: 10 and 25-31

A wife of noble character who can notice? She is worth far more than rubies.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom, and true-blue instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and telephone call her blest; her husband also, and he praises her:
"Many women practise noble things, but you surpass them all."
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a adult female who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Honour her for all that her hands have washed, and permit her works bring her praise at the city gate.

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A simple, but heartfelt tribute to a Mom. This would exist the perfect poem for a young person to recite or read at a funeral service.

Mom and Me

Past an Unknown Author

Best friends forever mom and me
picking flowers and climbing copse.
a shoulder to cry on secrets to share
Warm hearts and hands that really care.

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Words that succinctly capture how wonderful each Mom is.

When God Thought of Female parent

By Henry Ward Beecher

When God thought of mother,
He must have laughed with satisfaction,
and framed information technology speedily –
so rich, so deep, and so divine,
so full of soul, ability, and beauty,
was the conception.

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This funeral poem inspires u.s.a. to continue living our lives in a fashion that would brand our amazing Mom proud.

We Had a Wonderful Mother

By an Unknown Author
(Modified to read "mother" instead of grandmother)

We had a wonderful mother,
One who never really grew old;
Her grin was made of sunshine,
And her heart was solid gilt;
Her eyes were every bit bright as shining stars,
And in her cheeks off-white roses you encounter.
We had a wonderful mother,
And that'southward the way information technology will ever be.
But take heed, because
She's nevertheless keeping an eye on all of u.s.,
So permit'south make sure
She will like what she sees.

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This poem is appropriate for all types of funeral services for a Mom, from tradition, religious ceremonies to celebrations of life.

Cry Non For Me

By an Unknown Author

Weep not for me though I have gone
Into that gentle night
Grieve if you will, but not for long
Upon my soul's sugariness flight

I am at peace, my soul's at rest
There is no demand for tears
For with your love I was so blest
For all those many years

There is no pain, I suffer not
The fearfulness is now all gone
Put at present these things out of your thoughts
In your memory I live on

Remember not my fight for breath
Call up not the strife
Please do not dwell upon my death
But celebrate my life

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This funeral poem honours how much our Mom did for us.

She was at that place when we took our outset steps, she helped us grow, and she provided unconditional beloved. Our Mom volition always exist with us in spirit.

You lot Were There

By an Unknown Writer

You lot were there when we took our first steps,
And went unsteadily across the floor.
You pushed and prodded: encouraged and guided,
Until our steps took the states out the door…
You worry now "Are they ok?"
Is at that place more you could take done?
Every bit we walk the paths of our unknown
You wonder "Where have my children gone?"
Where nosotros are is where you have led us,
With your special beloved y'all showed usa a way,
To believe in ourselves and the decisions we brand.
Taking on the claiming of life solar day-to-mean solar day.
And where nosotros go y'all can be certain,
In spirit you shall never be lone.
For where you are is what matters most to u.s.a.,
Because to us that will always be home…

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This funeral verse form perfectly expresses the feeling that our Mom is forever with us. She will live in our hearts forever.

Your Mother Is Always With You

By Deborah Culver

She's the whisper of the leaves as y'all walk downwards the street.
She's the smell of sure foods you think, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well.
She's your jiff in the air on a cold winters' mean solar day.
She is the audio of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas forenoon.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She's the place you come from, your starting time home.
She's the map you follow with every step you lot take.
She's your first love, your offset friend, even your first enemy.
Just nothing on Earth tin can separate you.
Not time.
Not space.
Not even decease.

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This funeral poem celebrates the pure dear of a Mom. While we may have teased her for always hovering nearby, the truth is that we her constant presence made us experience safe and loved.

The Watcher

Past Margaret Widdemer

She always leaned to watch for us
Anxious if nosotros were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate.
And though nosotros mocked her tenderly
Who had such foolish intendance,
The long way dwelling would seem more than safe,
Because she waited at that place.
Her thoughts were all so full of the states,
She never could forget,
And then I recollect that where she is
She must be watching yet.
Waiting 'til we come dwelling house to her
Anxious if we are tardily
Watching from Heaven's window
Leaning from Heaven'due south gate.

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This funeral poem perfectly clear how difficult it is to accept that our Mom has passed away. A life without her is incomprehensible.

Abroad

By James Whitcomb Riley

I cannot say and I volition non say
That she is dead, she is just abroad.
With a cheery grinning and a wave of hand
She has wandered into an unknown state;
And left the states dreaming how very off-white
Its needs must be, since she lingers there.
And you lot-oh you lot, who the wildest yearn
From the old-fourth dimension step and the glad return-
Think of her faring on, equally dear
In the love of there, as the love of here
Think of her still the same way, I say;
She is not dead, she is but away.

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This beautiful verse form sheds light on all the wonderful things your mother did for y'all over the course of your life and how each of those are 'jewels' that make up a 'mother's crown.'

A Female parent's Crown

By an Unknown Author

Sky lit up with a mighty presence,
as the Angels all looked down.
Today the Lord was placing the jewels
Into my female parent's crown.

He held upwards a gilded crown,
as my darling mother looked on.
He said in His gentle phonation,
'I will now explain each one.'

'The starting time precious stone,' He said, 'is a Ruby,
and information technology'southward for endurance lone,
for all the nights yous waited upward
for your children to come abode.'

'For all the nights by their bedside,
you stayed till the fever went down.
For nursing every little wound,
I add this ruby to your crown.'

'An emerald, I'll place past the scarlet,
for leading your child in the right way.
For didactics them the lessons,
That made them who they are today.'

'For always existence right in that location,
through all life's important events.
I give you a sapphire stone,
for the time and dear you spent.'

'For untying the strings that held them,
when they grew up and left dwelling.
I give you this 1 for courage.'
And so the Lord added a garnet stone.

'I'll identify a stone of amethyst,' He said.
'For all the times y'all spent on your knees,
when you asked if I'd have care of your children,
and then for having organized religion in Me.'

'I accept a pearl for every footling sacrifice
that you made without them knowing.
For all the times you went without,
to keep them happy, salubrious and growing.'

'And last of all I have a diamond,
the greatest one of all,
for sharing unconditional dearest
whether they were big or small.'

'It was your love that helped them grow
Feeling prophylactic and happy and proud
A dear so strong and pure
Information technology could shift the darkest cloud.'

After the Lord placed the last jewel in,
He said, 'Your crown is at present complete,
You've earned your place in Heaven
With your children at your feet.'

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If you are one of those lucky people who were fortunate plenty to consider your mother as your all-time friend, this beautiful poem is the perfect tribute for her funeral or memorial service.

Goodbye Dear Mother

By an Unknown Author

Somewhere in my heart below all my grief and pain,
Is a smile I yet wear at the sound of your love name.
The precious word is 'Female parent', she was my world you run across,
Just now my heart is breaking crusade she'due south no longer here with me.
God chose her for His angel to lookout man me from above,
To guide me and advise me and know that I'one thousand all the same loved.
The twenty-four hours she had to leave me when her life on earth was through,
God had amend plans for her, for this, I surely knew.
When I retrieve of her kind centre and all those loving years,
My memories environs me and I can't hold back the tears.
She truly was my best friend, someone I could confide in,
She always had a tender touch and a warm and gentle smile.
I want to give thanks you lot Mother for pedagogy me so well,
And though the time has come that I must bid you lot this farewell.
I'll call back all you've taught me and make y'all proud y'all'll run into.
Give thanks you my Dearest Mother for all the love you showed me.
Although y'all've left this earth and now yous've taken flight,
I know that yous are here with me each morning, noon and night.

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If your Mom suffered from an illness that left her in pain before her passing, this beautiful poem offers comfort to loved ones in knowing that she is no longer in whatsoever pain and is in God's loving arms.

Dearest Mum

By an Unknown Author

Memories unfold equally nosotros think of you,
A real mum, through and through.
Yous suffered in silence everyday,
An disease that would non go away.
Only now you have no more hurting
For God'due south loving arms take healed y'all again.

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This poem is absolutely cute and talks about all the love that can be felt by a mother'south hands from rocking your cradle as a infant to caressing you when troubles came your style.

Female parent'south Hands

By Marian Jones

Hands that rocked the cradle
From the moment of my nascence,
Their tender affect remembered
By those still here on Earth.
Soft as silk those hands
That taught me how to pray,
Banishing childhood fears;
They soothed each one abroad.
When I grew much older
And troubles came my way,
Those easily caressing mine
Did more than words could say.
Female parent's hands were gentle,
They're missed and so very much,
I'd give the world to feel once more
Their warm and tender impact.
Those hands were full of condolement
Now they lie at rest,
But memories agree them shut
To the ones they served the all-time.

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If your mother was an angel on Earth, a woman who loved life, cherished her family and was kind beyond words, this is the perfect poem to honour her at her funeral or memorial service.

An Angel

By an Unknown Author

An angel lived among u.s.a.,
A gift from God to a higher place.
She showered us with kindness
And shared with us her dearest.

She cherished every moment
With the man who was her life;
Walking manus in hand together,
Facing life with all its strife.

She loved her children dearly,
Each one a different way,
Nestled shut within her center.
Though, now, she'south far away.

She's gone to alive with Jesus.
But, she's here with united states, today,
Grin down on every i of us,
And telling us she's O.K.

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This gorgeous poems provides us with comfort when mourning the passing of a dearest mother. Although a female parent's journeying on Earth might be over, this is only ane part of her journey.

Her Journey's Just Begun

By an Unknown Author

Don't think of her as gone abroad
her journeying'southward just begun
life holds and then many facets
this earth is only 1.
Simply think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days or years.
Think how she must exist wishing
that we could know today
how null just our sadness
can actually laissez passer away.
And think of her every bit living
in the hearts of those she touched
for nothing loved is ever lost
and she was loved so much.

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Are You There Momma?

By Katherine Gallagher

All information technology takes is one picture, i memory, 1 song
Always since y'all left the states everything seems wrong
The sadness can hit me and knock me on the floor
They say it gets easier only it's hurting so much more
I however can hear your vocalization and I visualize your face
But all I desire is to have you right back in your place

Can you hear me momma, in my dreams I call for you lot
And I try and so hard to go to you lot but I don't know what to do
Can y'all see me momma, are you lot watching over me?
Is Heaven all they say it is, are you lot healthy and happy?

Your family is hurting, information technology's so hard since y'all've been gone
I'thou crying so much now, but I once was very strong
Losing you has changed me, made me someone new
I know you want me happy so I'll try to exist that for y'all
Please lookout over us all, from your perch upward in the sky
And every time I call up of y'all I'll try hard non to weep

Tin can you hear me momma, calling out your name
I feel you all effectually me, just it'll never be the same
Can yous come across me momma, every bit you expect down from your cloud?
I hope and pray with all my might that I still make you proud.

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Final Journey

Past Timothy Coote

There is a railroad train at the station
With a seat reserved just for me
I'm excited about its destination
As I've heard it sets yous complimentary

The trials and tribulations
The pain and stress we breathe
Don't be were I am going
Only happiness I believe

I hope that you will be there
To wish me on my way
It'south non a journey you can join in
It's not your time today

At that place'll exist many destinations
Some are happy, some are sad
Each i a brief reminder
Of the bang-up times that we've had

Many friends I know are waiting
Who took an earlier train
To greet and reassure me
That naught has actually changed

We'll take the time together
To grab up on the past
To build a new beginning
One that will always final

One 24-hour interval you lot'll take your journey
On the train just like me
And i promise that I'll be there
At the station and you lot volition see

That Life is just a journeying
Enriched past those you meet
No one can take that from you
Information technology's e'er yours to keep'

But at present as no seat is vacant
You volition take to muddle through
Make sure you lot fulfill your ambitions
Equally y'all know I'll be watching you

And if at that place's an occasion
To mention who you knew
Speak kindly of that person
Equally one day it will be y'all

Now i can't except this ending
And as it's time for me to leave
Delight make haste to the reception
To enjoy my drinks, they're free!

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