Calla lilly, tulip, iris, rose and mum; Miss Mary M. you died at 51.
One hundred thirty two years and eighty two days,
carved in stone never yet the sun to fade, John brought to you one last bouquet.
Gone but not forgotten; though all who ever knew, have passed on too.
One hundred thirty two years and eighty two nights, Bella Luna still looks down to remember you.
Calla lilly, tulip, iris, rose and mum; Miss Mary M. you died at 51.
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