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It’s not the headstone on your grave,
Nor words that say that you were brave - 
     Nor candles lit or prayers they’ll say,
     When they recall you on that day.

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It’s not the flowers they’ll place with care,
Nor hymns they’ll sing or poignant prayer.
     The thoughts which will engage their minds
      Will be of a more lasting kind.

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They’ll remember just how much you cared;
The affection which you’d freely shared;
     Your friendship and the words you’d said.
      These are gifts you’ll leave when dead.

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The flowers on graves soon wilt and die
And mourners leave and say goodbye.
      BUT: The gift you’ll leave, when you depart,
      Is kindness, carved on human hearts.

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