Happiness will forever reign

Through our village, today,

A silent procession marched,

To pay last respect.

To plant the seed,

to sprout at resurrection,

blossom in eternity.

On the hill,

in our village,

A new mound grew,

Covered with flowers of love.

Underneath keeps the treasure;

Ordinary became a holy land.

Comfort the aching hearts,

Wipe all crying eyes,

The treasure is marked

to be claimed,

At the sound of the mighty trumpet

To open the grave.

In the Promised Land,

There will be no sorrow

No funeral processions,

No more graves.

No more pain, no more tears,

Happiness will forever reign.

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