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The roots where dear Calla lies
The ground where her last breath was taken
The hill where she sacrificed herself.

Blue, purple, pink blossoms
Facing the sea
Smelling of Calla
A willow tree.

She was dear
She was loved
For the gnomes
Her last words
As gentle as doves.

In honor of Calla.

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