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Despite the growing storm, two hundred gathered at her home.Mr. Shepard's words about her were just what they should have been.And I shall never forget one thing, as the doors were opened to carry her out,a hurricane of snow blew in and faded yellow flowers flew about.At night the storm dried up, a quiet moon looked down in peace.A life relieved from worldly turmoil to the "rest" that remains-deceased.When the burdens of her body, were far too heavy...When the burdens of her body... From Letras Mania