Someone died

We drove with the ashes along the sea shore
Storks were sitting on the rocks.

There was the whole ready at the graveyard,
So deep my knees got dirty,
When I put the box down there.
Three handfuls of earth on top of it.
Bye.
Then we shoveled the rest of it. 
I love you.

We drove without the ashes along the sea shore
Storks were sitting on the rocks.

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