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Kind hands that have no demands,

Bury me at the beach in the sand.

Soft touch like water when the sun gets ever hotter,

So serene, moving is obscene, why bother?

Let it be, she said to me,

She told me to see the sea.

Kind voice which gave me no choice,

Beautiful and clear like the stars in the middle of nowhere,

And eyes so stunning, I’m stunned,

Frozen in time, they’re burned in my mind for all time.

Kind hands that have no demands,

Bury me at the beach in the sand.

Her voice is like a soft spoken silky sonata;

She’s so holy to me, I can see her stigmata.

Every word she speaks is like a note on the violin.

Every time I see her, everything’s right, I begin again.

Compared to her, I’m far below in outer space,

Compared to her, I am dim, she is aglow, I hope she can see my face.

All these words fall short of describing any part of her being,

All these words fall short, but I’m seeing and believing.

Kind hands that have no demands,

Bury me at the beach in the sand.

Kind hands that have no demands,

Bury me at the beach in the sand.