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Behind the mortuary walls, Where Petrus tends what grows and falls
Roses fed with tears of grief, Poppies bloom beyond belief
Lily's white as peaceful rest, In the garden she knows best
Every bloom holds someone's pain, Transformed to beauty once again
Plant the seeds of what remains, When the final curtain waves
Love grows stronger through the race, In the feudal director's garden
Where the grieving find their pardon, Every flower tells the tale
Of love that will not fail, Though the flesh may need a warden
Widows come to plant forget-me-nots, Children scatter marigold dots
Daffodils for springtime hope, Help the broken learn to cope
Does she plan to heal the living, Or to practice graceful giving
In this garden made from loss, Where the seasons never cross
In the feudal director's garden
Where broken hearts find their pardon
Every season brings new life, Growing stronger through the strife
In her sanctuary warden
New seeds scatter on the breeze, Growing love beneath the trees