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Grandma,
you meant everything to me,
you were always so lovely.
I remember when we went to the sea,
because Mum and I lived in the city.
I remember what you said to me,
“Lily, this is where I want to be.”
And now Grandma,
You're by the sea.
Your body burns on the beach,
the smoke floats out across the sea,
your ashes are carried away on the breeze.
Everyone is crying, looking up to the sky,
Hoping you're with God in heaven on high.
But all of this is means nothing to me,
because I know how you used to be,
and I remember what you’d sing to me.
“The sea, the sea it means so much to me,
but not as much as you do, Lily."
