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Gone Through Heaven's Gate
The ghostly night was filled with gloom
As from your grave we walked away.
Grief-stricken, there beside your tomb;
Through Heaven's gate you've gone.
A friend you were until that day
You met your godforsaken doom
And taken through death's alleyway.
From the long stay in your dim room
Where pain and groaning came to stay,
Gossamer wings you now assume;
Through Heaven's gate you've gone.
Copyright ©
Sandra Haight
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