Gathering Swans

Who am I to be mourning?
 My simple mysteries unfurled
 When I have the privilege to be
 Gathering swans for the new world
 Like angels, we'll fly
 Gliding on
 And trumpets will sigh
 Solemn as the ashes rise
 Burn down the gallery
 God's greatest gag of suffering
 Could there be happiness at least
 Or could murder be mercy?
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 Now I hear children laughing
 Amidst the feathers they will twirl
 Snowy white in the springtime
 Gathering swans for the new world
 The years will fly by
 Diving on
 And mothers will cry
 Solemn as the ashes rise
 Burn down the gallery
 God's greatest gag of suffering
 Could there be happiness at least
 Or could murder be mercy?
 In 50 years we'll see
 Maybe we'll have a family
 Our children will dance and laugh and sing
 Baby, happy anniversary