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Young Angel was a bright one,
Having a strong hand made of bronze,
She danced as she fought,
Thinking nothing about her end.
The end came,
As Angel saw,
Her mouth opened into a small smile,
And an owl flew over the sky.
The Gravestone shall look like this :
it's tall and gray with specks of dust over it. These words, I have written above, will be imprinted in tiny letters in the middle. The head of a stone shall have a music note of any kind. At the bottom, shall be the picture of a heart and owl tangled together with the words 'Tide Dancer' below the heart and owl.
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