The veil is a tiny fitting
Like the inn's covering
Which opens when anything
Touches it at no particular timing
But unlike the inn's covering
Nothing can open this veil thing
Les it's its' time of opening
For the man that is passing
From this lowering
To the place of resting
Where the angels are praising
And the saints are adoring
Every moment without ending
Endlessly without tiring
And forever without failing
Adieu beloved now forever missing
Till we meet again where there is no more crying
That peaceful end where there is no more wailing
Sleep on Margret
Sleep on and take your rest
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