Her river of life run dry.
Why my G-d did she have to die?
She was just a crystal child our poor Caroline.
A flower bruised a life line torn.
Friends and family stood around and mourned.
She was just twenty one when the war finished cancer had won.
A star in the night sky died there before our eyes.
A seed on the other side sown
There I know she's not alone.

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